when has it become a norm to be surrounded by millions, but still experience emptiness;
when chatter surrounds, smells encapsulate, bodies touch but mind disconnects;
my name dissappear,
footprints evens out and the voice is long forgotten in this apparatus of disturbed rhythms and thoughts, in these machines of never ending wires… buttons and plastic transmitting the superficial intelligence in superficial minds. my heart has become plastic, senseless and my love for self has long dead



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