We keep on scrolling and liking, living and dying, asking and answering, but slowly we’ve been noticing our empathy going on a road that has no return.
Is that hard to care?
Why are we passionate about choosing filters and the best quotes, but we’re loveless about making a call, say that I miss you or that I just dreamed of you last night.
Isn’t about flesh, lyrics and unheard melodies, but absent voices that can bring happiness in a real experience, not through a small screen.
The comfort of our beds can’t be better than resting a head on a shoulder, as the hangover will hit you later, just hit me now with the best you have.
Now we are stuck in a moment, and you can’t get out of it, we know, but where were you when your phone was ringing?
We are still here.
In this pendulous fall of life, we keep saying “next time!”, but how many ‘next times’ do we have left?
Hold us closer, breathe into our souls, ask about our days, believe that we are made of special atoms, and maybe, just maybe, arms will embrace arms again.
Songs are playing inside, and the silence will end up breaking the ice during this warm winter while the feed still shows us that everyone is “happy”. We’ll wipe out tears from our faces, asking for Mr. Sandman to rescue us all to dreamland.
In this oasis of hope, try to hold on there, hold us tight, because we just need a little bit more of time.
Yes, we need more time, just to make things right.
