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 thereβs you and your Fake Dopamine.
What is happiness? What are we running for? What are we running away from?