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Existential Thoughts

It's Facebook. Then Reddit. Then Facebook. Then I stop because I don't see new content but if I'm waiting for someone or just on an unpredicted time gap with nothing but my phone, I'll waste time. I've realized this needs to stop.

It's ridiculous how much we are consumed by the devices we have. It's been said by the older generations on numerous occasions, we're addicted to a little bubble sent through hundreds of miles of wire. The real world around us seems to flicker like a TV from the 70s. We have the need to continue our technological advancements. This desire is a deep existential crisis that for many of us is unconscious. Hundreds of years ago we began asking ourselves, well what are we made of? Today it seems we answered that question to some degree and continue experimenting with our world in order to better understand it. However, we seem to be headed in a scary direction. We are now focused on a much deeper question that many philosophers hold as one that is impossible to answer. Do we come from something, or do we come from nothing?

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it was all spit without the gears
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Words can leave you salivating
But sweat builds the fucking mountains
So don't ever forget that in a heartbeat
I could carry your dreams and forget I even did

You're swimming in it, but you can't even float
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We can all aim high but precision does the talking
It's all too simple these days
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But we haven't even blinked, the AC,
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It's deafening.

Heck I've gone mute,
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that could emphasize the prolonged
dream of a typeface, the letters were blank.

It was always that way,
It was always silent because at some point
We stop pinching ourselves and assume
that it was deserved…

Click

"Click".

It switched.
Unequivocally different.
Through those hardships
We finally turned around.

Perhaps reflections and glimmers
Gave us sight when we could not claim
But the panoramic put the shimmer
To shame.

Thank you.
In this brilliance we rose
Hoping to understand why the routine
drifts away in prose

For every detail and every insight
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Let us speak for it is time
To mark this audacity in rhyme.

Although subtle
The cues went noticed
The portrait tact
And yet somehow,
Obtruded.

But lets digress from these colors
Let the light paint our shadow
For the steps keep calling
with a subtle vibration

We know its time.

Let me get hurt.

Let me sit here,
Let me feel the drops,
As my heart shatters,
and your shadow drifts away.

Let us get confounded,
Let us mix emotions,
Pour them all into a melting pot,
Pour them all into a blurry past.

I want to look back,
and know that I have felt,
I want to look back and know,
That I have loved.

Because from the pain,
and from the tears,
and from the painful nights,
that I shivered through,

There were the nights,
that you held my hand,
and gave me warmth,

There were the nights,
where it was only us awake,
in the whole wide world,
It was only us who felt love.
Let me believe that it was all true,

Let my tears be for the moments that I miss,
and not for the moments that I did not live.

Let me get hurt, because only then,
will I have lived.

Let me get hurt, because only then,
will I have loved.