Our world is conflicted.
The connection verse an illusion of connectiveness.
One is raw, the other a fake.
I sit still.
There is a whirlwind of people passing by.
I’m completely surrounded by beating hearts and breathing lungs, yet no one will notice me.
Yet I study the ones around me and notice them.
I notice a world that looks quite different than I remember a short time ago.
Its brighter, cleaner, and more sophisticated, yet something feels cold.
There aren’t many living people speaking at all.
They are looking down.
Mirroring the very essence of needing connection, through the desperate attempts of finding the empty outlet.
Like the device, we too need connection.
This hazy feeling of feeling connected through this make believe world leaves us confused, discouraged, jealous, and bitter.
It is distorted.
We are not truly being connected with others through this avenue.
We are being misinformed, with the assumptions we make and the comparisons we feed our minds.
We long for true fellowship.
A spoken word directly…saying “I’ve been there too.”
A cycle that seems hopeless…
Yet it starts with the ones like me,
Just a look around the room,