White Noise

I shut off the lights. Click. It's another day gone.

In the comfort of my home I sit and stare at my phone.

Scroll. Scroll. Endless pieces of bygones.

Somehow this is now the base our world is built upon.

I flipped through the pages of my yesterdays, just going back a week ago feels too much to bear. The influx of greetings, weightless and airy, just checking if you would grace my presence for a mere hour of my February. Endless words, of which substance they hold none. The truth is we all just want to be done. We have gotten the approval that lasts a second - a second that will be logged, wrapped, and displayed to be seen by all of our friends.

The flush of absolute exuberance says it all: we just want to feel like we belong.