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Enia Apr 5
Are we really that comfortably unconcerned
knowing
that after we die,
our digital footprints
are left behind?
Just clustered trails
of our digital souls as if they're really that essential other than our physical presence - piled up from inactivity found in just one click from a mere search bar available to whoever dares to know about our false relevance.
  Feb 27 Enia
Ray
I live in a bubble
It protects me from the ash and rubble
My own small bubble
It keeps me out of trouble
I live in my bubble
But now I’m in danger and see double
Who popped my bubble?
Enia Feb 6
Let the cold weather deep freeze our soul,
And let the sun shine deep fry it.
But after the extreme,
Do find the in between.
Let it melt under the shade of the past,
And let the scorching rays of hope find it.
Enia Jan 30
Hoping to meet a familiar gaze
from the concrete faces,
in the old place,
with some old ways.
As if to view from a pinhole image of
a dancing ghost from the bond
we shared.
But only exchanged,
Tones of ambivalence,
And unfamiliar stares.
Enia Jan 3
1
Let's burn bridges, 
and wonder about the unborn child crawling beneath our sanity 
that will never be born. 
Scratching our grit and 
flipping our eyeballs for a while,
As we see a glimpse of the lives
we never live.
Enia Dec 2018
Accumulated dust on the window pane,
left unclean for a seasonal detain.
You swing out the casement,
powder clouded the air,
But, you don't care.
Instead, you lean out,
your face caressed by the outside breeze,
tousling your hair.
Sun rays landed on the cheek, 
shadows on the crease.
You try to breathe.
Your eyes squint, 
the dust might have been.
But,
some blurry
distinct entities
of love, pain,
hate and shame
comes running down your cheeks.

Rubbing incessantly, 
      blaming the wind.
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