Constant state of isolation.
I've concealed my emotion
Into deep web. I'm not alive.
Tell me what made me empty.
Save me, re-invent me.
Come prevent me from becoming numb.
Why?
Our senses decaying.
Why?
As humans we deflate.
We take it as it is. So numb, we become, we become.
As we grow, we're too connected.
As we grow, we feel dissected.
As we grow, we're more vacuum packed.
Find me, crop me, squeeze me in.
Seal me, sell me, like a sin.
Wipe me, make me feel like my heart is numb.
whispering
Glass screen cannot transmit what we need.
Glass screen cannot heal us when we bleed.
Why?
Our senses decaying.
Why?
As humans we deflate.