What do you drink to get the purple out of my tongue? What do you take to forget? The picture of white lady on the mirror chanting ****** mary. The video of being spanked. The layout of the patterns. It is all made into a trail. Wishing to cloak, I thought it worked but it was only a blanket. The blinking lights of the window. It manages to ***** me and remind me of competition in traffic. The list. Lists. Numbered. Keep scrolling. Will it affect my life?
Needing to fit the box of a ten-year old, I sleep. Then, I post. That was not myself. How did this whole page about me belongs to someone else? I never drift before. Why, I wonder. Here comes the businesses. The banquets. Watching a flute get Tarzan'd by a piece of rope hanged across the room. Out of the blue, I found myself touring with a foreigner. What does he want from me? Is it wrong to think this way? He only asked me where I live and how I am. I stop. I feel the chills burning through my hands to fingers. The bones get cold, but do not when plugged by nerves.
I-I'm addicted? I need to sleep more. It's healthy, they say. It's fun.
When was the last time I had fun?
The more I see the light, the more I hate it. I bring the shutters down. Relaxing. Freeing. Pink flower keep falling. Peach flower keep shimmering. How come I never thought of it before? Now back to sleep. Wait, I can't sleep anymore. But everything's so festive. Are the photos not alive? But they frequently chatter. To me. And you---no me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Branded into these pixels of prizes and sporks full of dramatic dressings. What is meaning again? I kick the blanket out of the bed. I threw my pillows on the other side. It's hot. Everything's so hot. My air conditoner is on max---what's happening?? No, sleep!
It does not take long for me to gasp for air. I keep denying it but it is always in the back of my mind.
The only answer is to get out.
I try by slowly lifting my legs and down to the floor. Do I really? Now? This is the only answer. I repeat thrice. I'm getting old.
A wind caresses my cheek. I forgot I was even in a house.
Its all about your day and night Dying of insomnia I'm about to use your company Too late to come here Old paper and live ink Broken machine I still play you here But I need your silence Dont dwell in silence I'm a slave for this kindless world I got cool waters in plastic You don't need to grow but I need your scent Without that I cant sleep Your reply is my alarm to wake up I'm a slave of blue screens My hand sometimes bleed over text Dont mind me cause I'll beg you to stay here Until I come.
Modern technology Fascinates me I am a holy man Above science I make light and sound programs Divya Darshan apparitions Of Divine Technology hypnotizes me Masses I hypnotize I make light and sound programs Heads of the state patronize me Patronizing them I reciprocate I dance, I trance You enjoy my light and sound program Modern technology fascinates me I am a holy man Above science
We need to learn Not to lie Not to fight Not to be greedy Not to be corrupt Not to be ignorant Not to be jealous first But just because We have smart phones And ****** electric cars Or over a trip to Mars We think we progress Progress my ***