Words fall

Words fall like flakes of dried skin

Fluttering toward the ground 

Unseen 

Sometimes they drift like paper ash 

Floating on the breeze 

Either way they land on the ground 

Silent and waiting to be trampled and forgotten 

We all learn about ourselves as we go through life. I have learned that becoming proficient with new technology is hard. It looks really cool, but it is difficult to learn to use effectively. 

No, I'm not one of you anymore, so you can either accept me for who I have become or you can keep heading down your path without me. 

Ideas, like bodies seldom drown quietly 

They seldom relinquish themselves into some peaceful lull 

That flutters to the floor of darkness

Without thrashing around

Grasping for anything solid

Looking for a foothold

Or branch to which to cling 

No, neither ideas nor bodies drown without a fight