Digital Age.
Digital Age.
Sometimes I feel like I'm living in a cage
Or should I call it #theDigitalAge ?
And I must tell you, it's loud in here.
I see and hear everyone too much.
Being called out by memes, and
Feeling left out on trends.
Photoshop making grass a little greener
While I filter out my blues.
I send you LOL with a straight face,
Use "Panic" as my wordle guess,
You see my carefully curated stories,
Unaware of the ones I hide from you.
Trained to fake a smile
Faster than the shutter speed.
While living like the protagonist
Of Franz Kafka's dairy adaptation.
Tired of looking through this glass cage.
Aren't you sick of this Digital Age?
Oh, Who am I kidding! You've already moved on,
To double-tap the next thing.
More Posts from Whats-in-a-username and Others
Never felt more seen.
"Dark academic?" More like "someone please help me holy shit I can't continue living like this and the only thing keeping me from falling off my rocker is literature."
nina: I’m cold.
matthias: have my jacket.
inej: I’m cold.
kaz: *gets wylan to set ketterdam on fire*
AFTER A RAINY NIGHT
The mornings after a rainy night,
Reminds me of all our crazy fights.
The way few droplets hold onto leaves,
I held us tying my pain in sheaves.
The sky looks empty without a cloud,
Reflecting me and the things you vowed.
And slowly the day gets bright in time,
I bethink how I left right in time.
The mornings after a rainy night,
Reminds me there's always space for light.
(26.10.20)
HANDS.
Why did we collectively agree
that love is stored in our hearts?
Why did no one stand up to argue
that love is within the other person's hands?
Trust me not?
Palm on your forehead late at night,
Checking your temperature.
A reassuring hand on your knee
When you're shaking with anxiety.
A grip around your wrists
While crossing the road.
Calloused fingers suddenly soft
While brushing tears off your cheeks.
Protective arm around your shoulders
when all you want is to lean.
Brush of fingers while passing a dish
Over the dinner table.
I'll cease to exist
When my heart stops beating
But I'll give you that letter with scrawly writings
Only when you pry it from my cold, dead hands.
A Vampire Fever Dream. 👀
Centuries ago, one chilly winter night,
You smiled, held my hand in yours to leave behind,
Memories that twists my heart like a dagger,
While I wish my every sigh to be the last one
Since then I searched those amber eyes everywhere,
The color of maple leaves during the fall
I searched for you knowing that you are nowhere
Until I met someone who understood my pain.
Years passed away, and my companions with it.
I stayed the same, and so did our memories.
The only immortal things I've come across.
The living me, and the intangible us.
Now centuries later, this chilly winter
With this lovely human curled up next to me
I feel mortal. Not alive, just plain mortal.
Every second prized, every moment precious
With those same amber eyes, like a setting sun
One that threatened to burn me eons ago.
Have I wished for you often and hard enough?
That you had no other choice but to come back.
Finding that one scene in a book that you love to read again and again because you just can’t get over it is the best part of reading in my opinion
(hears a song lyric) this would make a great all-lower case fanfiction title
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