To my dearest Facebook

Man or Machine, mankind are no longer certain which is which and which what is for.

bizarre at times its the only way in which i can truly relate... 

is to exist in a world where my freedom...

is wrapped in my own will to escape...

what's on my mind ? 

oh facebook you so kind! 

binary steps relayed for reviving, must be alive then? 

when it insinuates, so lets play pretend

 

positive affirmation is more then something 

then an algorithm to be forcefully 

repeated for the zillionth time  

cant hear the sarcasm still expressed in that then you must be blind?

this (is) the basis for the design 

perfectly seated the reimagining in my mind

like tetris blocks falling faster and faster until you cant deny

to 

make 

easy 

to 

arrange 

into 

metaphor 

lines disappearing....just like before

continuously conspicuous the arrangement 

so easy for the mind to obtain 

amicably positioned predisposition

so obvious its, 

insane...yet I swear they hid it...

oblivious to the bent placement 

so in your face yet... 

un aware and complacent 

no one to lay blame... 

especially when...

was us, they who did it....shame

face it, we wanted to have this phase when

we need not have any opinions 

not in the maze prison we placed ourselves in

it keeps us safe from the changes, well incepted, 

amnesia kings! The writing of our own entertainment.

the real question is what's IN my mind... 

what's etched into the walls in the tall windy steps

forever greater the number and deeper the passages

not really safe for passengers that's what facebook 

 

clearly deems the pattern is, I FEEL GREAT

wait is that what i feel i forget

relating to a screen more now then a heart with a face and head

replaying funny moments to a machine not to a body with heartbeat.. a friend

the illusion is improvement, its an illusion, concludes why we constantly confuse it 

when the real path is there... but convenient substitution leaves this almost unseen as rarely any barely use it...

and so the track becomes too convoluted to imbue with movement, 

surprising, when in my own head fighting, depict a battlefield, dark and days-on...

..still finding patches, sun rays pouring through sparse less rain slanted slippery slopes

...into marshes hiding in the darkness only revealed by deafening -CRACKS- explosive flashes of lightning in the starless black , then often, with hardly a warning i find a familiar presence forming, yawning rubbing my eyes in disbelief "it cant be" astonished as rarely i find, finding others who's days are comprised of similar such malarkey,

hiding behind my face I was, masked

 

when affirmed by the moment two recluse end up colliding... 

I cant believe my reflection... 

Every time I think to myself... 

A brief moment of reprieve!

relatable exciting!

worth a mention,

all of a sudden 

panic! sensory overload! fixation winding! 

Exposed shell shock static! 

fear of failure, frustration and rejection 

quickly my face reforms succeeding into habit, 

deciding automatic forgets them we end back in 

'the meant for me' protection hole hiding.    

Author's Note

enjoy. take with a pinch of salt. this is written specifically about me. just an experienced perspective on social de-evolution