I ride coach with the stars whilst you lay stone cold on my seats now I'm home, or am I? we dance in the old apartment weary of the incoming dawn our chance to meet is running fast it's best if this movie, doesn't last we chase the night and dream of gold I was running the story, foretold it quickens and pains trees that sway rustling with trepidation breaking our connection.
Trying to stay alive in the eye of the storm I tried to die but found myself inside out hold on, we're coming to get you magical and wrong enchanting, strong do you want to believe? high horse rides wizard mesmerises tantalises her soul.
Brittle roses dance on the battlefield of summer breeze and suns withering under weight of nemesis guns tunes to dance to creating a shade of doubt is this the summer we had a season of war
Before the fall Man washed through life Covered in silver fabrics Until her moon dripped Acid onto his mood
Is it that you lost your way Had to set foot upon hay When did it mean so much? Lilac lilies dancing under my summer dream Butterflies scattered beneath tainted seams Crushed but not forgotten.
You are reading every day, whether you like it or not.
One particular social media theme has got me into the mood to post this blog. Namely, asking questions to fellow social media users. Which, to be blunt, is a complete waste of time.
One of the questions that pops up frequently and has tons of people answering is; how often do you read? You would think by now that the repetition has bored the users but no, I see it daily, sometimes by the same people. The same people also answer too, and I found myself no longer engaging with it.
It’s a redundant question because it is aimed at the writing and reading communities. Both are avid readers. When people answer with things like, ‘sometimes’ or ‘a couple hours a week’ I often wonder whether they are conscious. They read, in one form or another, every day. So, there is only ever on answer; every day. That is why this question among tons of others are a complete waste of time and somewhat an insult to the people reading them.
Other scenarios such as ‘which would you keep’ also appear, as if something is going to come along and destroy 3 out of 4 options from existence. Hmmm 😂 It’s a load of rubbish. I’ve managed to get my reply into a few; none of them will disappear. Of course, that might crush their bubble of attention-seeking behaviour. That is all social media is now, and even when people get attention they moan or complain or cry wolf. I’ve even found myself somehow ‘desperate’ for more views on my book posts.
None of this is good for mental health of course. All it leads to is a shallow shell of a person being congratulated and adored from afar and continuing in the dopamine cycle. Likes = dopamine. Comments = orga** for some… I’m sure you understand. The addiction, the drug is real. It’s digitally implanted in online influencers. Dare you question them or their loyal acolytes and you’ll be met with a storm so thunderous that Thor would be scared for you.
I crushed everyone’s expectations with this post. You read everyday. You do. Train times, text messages, papers, news flash, this post. You are reading right now and you didn’t even realise it until it was too late.
Godspeed.
Got me that midnight chronic Ain't gonna stop till your on the bonnet Drawn, down, down, down to the rock bottom Sticking to the game like a fly trap My problems just gonna go snap So you choke under wrath's righteous back Telling yourself you'll make it back.
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