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
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gray0328 (
Offline) - Published: June 26th, 2025 05:30
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Comments2
Great lines here Gray lines the feed into each other revealing a picture of a present day life that is full of incongruities and conflicts that often go unnoticed and taken for granted. Well written and a fave
Thank Soren
great read
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