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Maybe I should start living out of my car…
That way, wherever I go I'll never be too far from home
Try to find me without a phone,
Let alone, reception…
I think I just need some space…
Retreat to a place where my imagination sets the precedent
Mind lift my spirit up to the sky
Where only the birds tweet and fly—
And not the president.
Don’t worry,
I'll send messages in a paper airplane
No need to reply.
Lately I feel myself losing touch, but gaining so much.
Out of service,
Living with more purpose
Yearning for a true connection
Password: freedom
No facebook or instagram,
I don't need em.
There’s no water in that well—
Can't you tell we're dying of thirst?
No matter how much you pour,
Half empty or half full
You can't fill up a cup with a gaping hole
No app for that.
So I’ll go where there's water.
REAL water.
I'll build a boat and set sail away from this virtual reality
Far from a fallacy…
No internet explorer to guide me.
I ask myself…
Am I living with a void?
Am I missing something?
Maybe an Iphone or android
Perhaps I’m just paranoid…
I just want to be somewhere
Where I can’t look up the answer
And instead I look up and question
The innocence of not knowing is something AI will never know about
The art of the perpetual search
Where wonder and awe are part of my church
Sometimes you gotta push against the pull and leave the rush
I'd rather go somewhere else and wait
A place where I can be still and meditate
Face to facetime
With my true selfie.
The only place google can't help me—
Outcast
Close my eyes, and just feel the real
I'll actually fish for fish!
But that's not the catch…
I won't reel in any artificialness
Social media
Not my style
Change my status to gone for awhile
To a place where there's no posing for pictures with forced smiles
Supposing you can capture a moment in a snapshot on snapchat
Post it for a spectacle
Judged on likes and not love
Dinner table
Heads down hoping for a thumbs up
Connect to the wifi
Plug in to the USB!
The new umbilical cord if you ask me
Driving around with phones on…lapse in judgment
I stay in my lane…
But I’m questioning whether I became sane the same day everyone said I’d gone crazy
Maybe…
Are we all just frenetically typing to one another without talking?
Silent mode…keep walking
But are we not looking where we are going?
Anyway, I’m really feeling your vibes....in my pocket.
I’ll tell you I love you in a text.
Sometime we can get together just to disconnect.
Perhaps we’re caught in a downward spiral
Merely waiting to go viral in a performative world…
Does the end justify the memes??
I’d rather embrace someone,
And see a face light up...
Not a screen
Friend feeling down I'd rather wipe away their tears with my finger,
Rather than type with it
Or swipe with it
I'll deliver flowers to make you feel better…
Better yet,
I'll even write you a real letter
No app for that
The thing is...
The real world is shrinking,
Real people upside down…got me thinking…
Maybe I’ll never come around
If that’s the case,
I wonder where I’ll be found…
One things clear,
Not here.
Hit the escape key…
I don't need anyone to follow me,
I prefer the real world
I won't let this one swallow me.
J.T. CONDE 