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Rush of Whispers

 

the screen hums  

feeding us pieces of lives  

we have never touched  

their smiles become currency  

to trade our boredom for belonging  

 

headlines blur together  

an endless conveyor belt  

of faceless love affairs  

and cracked halos dropping news  

faster than clocks can tick  

 

we scroll until the noise  

feels like our own heartbeat  

even silence tastes bitter  

without the flashing lights reminding us  

someone else\'s life is louder