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Dear self,
In losing you

Days seem blurry
Nights seem scary

Heart grows weary
Eyes turn teary

I lost the merry
I lost the power to write my story
Processing.
Input.
Data,
information
consumption.
New ways
data flows.
Absorbing
content.
Mind
altering.
Faster
ever faster.
Information
overload.
Altering
behavior.
Processing
on hyperdrive.
Can’t get
enough.
Technology
grabs.
Grabs
attention.
Holds firm.
Firmly
in place.
Scrambling
wires.
Drug like.
Alters
behavior.
Old ways
now
memories.
Crazy time
approaches.
I yearn for things
that I desire,
and to these thoughts
at the end of the night,
it forever keeps me up
beneath the clouded
and desolate sky

I can't help but,
to grasp
the glimmering
dewdrops of the sky

in the end,
we're all alone tonight
a different version of the first one.


-Br.
Hive mind.
Seven hours
each day.
On average
people spend
seven
hours
each day
on screen
stare.
Nearly half
of awake
time
on screen
stare.
To what
end?
More anxiety.
More hostility.
More easily
coerced,
controlled.
Fifty
years ago.
People
spent zero
hours
on screen
stare.
To what
end?
Less anxiety.
Less hostility.
Less easily
coerced,
controlled.
Fifty
years
from now
people
will spend
all their
time on
screen
stare.
To what
end?
Complete
lose of
individuality.
Ultimate
control.
Uniformity
of thought.
Hive mind.
Yes, I wanted it to be
Flowery and sweet
Stars fell from Alabama
and all that
It could have been sweet
Sweetheart
I'm trying
So sorry
I'm this way
Whatever way
That makes you hate me so
I'm sorry
I'm such an idiot
I know
Why can't I just let things go?
There is not a scar
that I despise
The lunar surface
forever wise!

The cuts they heal
leaving their marks
A punch in the eye
a stab in the heart

Wound are a places
where light shines through
But it never hurts to say
I still love you!!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
hold life close
hold death closer
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