Lots of scrolling
Constant clicking
In search of feeling
It’s all so fleeting
Netflix, instagram
All the things we
have at hand
We’re drowning in quick sand
The typing, the comments
No one knows what you meant
Nobody likes to think
Or reread what they sent
Offensive, offended
What’s the next thing
To make them defensive
Things often left open ended
Let’s be the change
Not the kind that you pocket
Take your shit
Put it in a room and lock it
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Author:
sky.the.creator (
Offline) - Published: February 8th, 2023 16:13
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Social media is difficult
Indeed. What happened to face to face convos….everyone hides behind a screen now.
Great write. Valid complaint. I, an ancient can see it's validity even though I do not engage.
However, your complaint about 'everyone hides behind a screen now.' applies equally to you, as you have told us nothing about yourself, nor bothered to read other's work .
So go to it or go away.
Whichever, have a good life! 🙂
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