Words typed in a haste excitement
Ignorant to the woman on the other side
Ideas attacking her feed
Uncaring of the broken pieces of her soul
Facebook pinging like a shrill cuckoo bird
Reality crashing like fallen jenga pieces
Instagram popping with pretentious new pictures
Eyes shutting the painful past memories
Twitter tweeting like a babe hungry for milk
Body twitching to the tune of ancient whistles
The virtual screaming all day of accomplishments, love and money
The self turning to final dust at the turn of this technological century
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
Words typed in a haste excitement
Ignorant to the woman on the other side
Ideas attacking her feed
Uncaring of the broken pieces of her soul
Facebook pinging like a shrill cuckoo bird
Reality crashing like fallen jenga pieces
Instagram popping with pretentious new pictures
Eyes shutting the painful past memories
Twitter tweeting like a babe hungry for milk
Body twitching to the tune of ancient whistles
The virtual screaming all day of accomplishments, love and money
The self turning to final dust at the turn of this technological century
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