Sweet Indigo in my Eyes

“We’re all just some punks, miserable creatures
With our human goal to be: enhancing all of our features
Further into the caves, intentions become deeper
Like killing your local preacher and to blame it on the teacher
Because all kids are precious
I sat alone, just to see
How long it would take to burn down all of our trees
Now we can’t even breathe
Near each other, nobody can see one another
It’s always about color
And sex and race, and what-ever somebody ate
There is no purpose, after the greatest
We all became so very aimless
Is it worth it, that
Maybe the only thing I can ever be
Is Instagram famous.”

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

well it is that day and age...rather than really getting close to people physically and emotionally, let's opt for a thousand facebook friends...it is safer that way...
the insulation is driving me mad...i come from a generation where people related to each other...an age of face to face, of movement, of protest...of feeling....that was real, not hidden behind a screen.
needless to say, this touched a nerve. love it.
did read the seventh long as "How long it would take..."

[Drcicarlo]

Yes you're right. Attention spans are compromised, friendships merely built on emojis and abbreviations. Oh dear, thank you for pointing that out! I would have never noticed it.

[Drcicarlo]

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