When I look at you
and your hundred photographs
with some smiles saying cheese
while you are busy making some material memories.
You tend a click a shooting star
or perhaps a new born flower.
You capture the reindeer
and get a video of a someone drinking beer.
Those likes that please
and the validations that they give.
Is it really what matters ?
Would you still click the riviera
instead of lying on the grass ?
or would you take a moment to breath
or post just another smiley ?
Its a never ending cycle.
Communication through light
and distantly distant on the inside
You still don't bother
and still request more friendships.
Do you still long for those hugs and
that little chemistry.
Do you still wish to hold hands
or the ups in your heartbeats.
I still wait for a whisper,
telling me that you love me.
I wish to wake up besides you
and not for a beep.
But there’s you
and your Fake Dopamine.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC
When I look at you
and your hundred photographs
with some smiles saying cheese
while you are busy making some material memories.
You tend a click a shooting star
or perhaps a new born flower.
You capture the reindeer
and get a video of a someone drinking beer.
Those likes that please
and the validations that they give.
Is it really what matters ?
Would you still click the riviera
instead of lying on the grass ?
or would you take a moment to breath
or post just another smiley ?
Its a never ending cycle.
Communication through light
and distantly distant on the inside
You still don't bother
and still request more friendships.
Do you still long for those hugs and
that little chemistry.
Do you still wish to hold hands
or the ups in your heartbeats.
I still wait for a whisper,
telling me that you love me.
I wish to wake up besides you
and not for a beep.
But there’s you
and your Fake Dopamine.
What is happiness? What are we running for? What are we running away from?
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