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The digital exhale Pushing out Content creation and idea regurgitation Outfacing ideas, concepts These things become the shell, the defined exterior of us The fodder for perceptions Of others About us We update, share, ideate and create We post, pronounce and proclaim We share with trite exclamations Cute cats And clever #hashtags We spray forth our digital exhale Hoping Believing that we will be, become this feed Of me Until we are Out Of breath And then We must, gasping Pause. Stop. In the momentary emptiness of ourselves The frightening hollow Of our millisecond of solitude Touches of singularity Haunting, taunting us With ourselves
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
Digital Exhale
The digital exhale Pushing out Content creation and idea regurgitation Outfacing ideas, concepts These things become the shell, the defined exterior of us The fodder for perceptions Of others About us We update, share, ideate and create We post, pronounce and proclaim We share with trite exclamations Cute cats And clever #hashtags We spray forth our digital exhale Hoping Believing that we will be, become this feed Of me Until we are Out Of breath And then We must, gasping Pause. Stop. In the momentary emptiness of ourselves The frightening hollow Of our millisecond of solitude Touches of singularity Haunting, taunting us With ourselves
Too much screen time makes me want to scream
kim-e-williams
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
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