do you ever consider deleting all your social media?
facebook, twitter, instagram?
i wonder if there’s any point in it.
i mean, i’ve garnered some pretty freaking cool relationships because of it… but none of which would really be effected if i disappeared.
i mean, am i contributing anything good? PURPOSEFUL? helpful?
i don’t know, really.
human connection is such an infinite, finite, ever-changing and solid thing. it’s like trying to capture smoke in a bottle. did you really get it? or is everything simply a hamsters-running-in-a-wheel, situation? pointless and useless, but keeps you moving, feeling like you’re going somewhere?
i just don’t know.
is my footprint, simply there? or is it a positive influence that actually helps someone, anyone?
how many times can one blather on about their inner workings? (when the right mood hits, i can, for eons) and is it any use?
in this world of attacking someone for having a different favorite hairstyle than you and digging through years old tweets (leaving zero room for human growth or change, apparently) specifically for the purpose of smearing their name in the mud – am i more than a whisper? am i contributing? or am i simply fooling myself?
is it that when everyone has a megaphone, no one does? or is it truly that negativity always screams louder and most days, people search that out for the drama? meanwhile, the positivity is buried. buried, even, by all the mundane yammering of normalcy and humanness that is to be human?
and for all my speaking – am i saying anything worth hearing?
the wind whispers through your embrace. heat strangling the darkness with lace. and they forgot to look for you. should have done so when the lights were on. to be honest, they thought your light would be gone. give it a few days as they pursed their lips and dropped poison down the line.
but we can all see you now. waiting on the horizon, darkness draping you ablaze until it’s hard to look at you. harder to look away. all their hushed gatherings, blood in the drain… for nothing. not even they could hide the brilliance of your silhouette.
not with a thousand nooses. not with a single lie.
traipsing around in ringlets and finery, death shrouds at their wrists. even they stood in awe when night fell. you’d won when they’d counted on you coming undone.
its dangerous to forget. the waves can only erode so many bodies. their secrets can only hold so many people down. until someone remembers you.
a single voice to wake your truth. then nothing can hold you back.
