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?