no one’s going to care
what you captioned that
picture ten
years from now.
no one’s going
to say, “hey, your fake
laughing inspired me
and those fresh nikes
set my soul free.”
we used to take
pictures to make
a moment last
forever, but now
we take forever
to make a moment
picture perfect…
when it already was
before we tried to
fake it instead
of make the memory.
are you hearing
me? because i feel
like you’re probably
staring down
in a slump
as per usual,
finger scrolling
to see who’s
trolling or tweeting
or eating
something halfway fancy
and decided
to let instagram know.
it’s all a show, some sort of
facade that makes us
look well-played,
well-groomed,
and well-known
when the truth is
we’ve fallen down
the rabbit hole like alice —
but alas, we don’t even realize
we’re in
a strange place,
full of lurking
faces and empty brains
that we’ve let
ourselves embrace.
we’ve erased
the very essence
of our humanity — the warmth
of a conversation, the fondness
brought by separation, the magic
of a set of stationary
and a hand writing
a letter with a pen
and a sheet
of notebook paper.
i feel like
i am talking
to the wall,
perhaps a post
on your wall
would be more
efficient. but i beg of you,
please listen. please hear
my humble pleas. i am one
of you; you are one of me.
when will we remember
we are humans instead
of photos on
a shattered screen?