We are all drowning.
Drowning in an ocean of sound.
The waves drag us side to side.
Seashells jammed in our ears blocking out the cries for help by the people around us.
The screams fill the ocean but music fills our ears.
Thoughts about us, me, but never them.
The seashells block out reality and provide a synthetic empathy.
And as our drowning society thrashes around us,
We are blinded by the blue light of our screens.
Pictures, Tweets, and captions captivating our attention instead.
A broken mask lying on the ground yet the screen portraying beautiful smiles
Likes stimulating our brain
The fabricated lives of others pushing us further into ourselves.
The oxygen leaves our lungs, and our bodies sink to the bottom
Lost in darkness, left in silence
Our artificial existence and broken masks illuminated by the poison apple that has stolen our humanity.