Recovering from darkness,
Welcomed by flashy lights
i surmised
foolishly
that the battle has ended
but in fact
everything just restarted
from the starting point.
the blinding lights
are tempting me
to walk into its direction
little did i know
if i walked into it
i would spiral
into another trap
set up by the contemporary.
we live in a society
a rat-race society
globalised by tech-giants;
jacked up by industries;
dazed by international platforms;
hypnotised by non-existence.
i voluntarily
willingly
lovingly
walked into its hands again
those counterfeit lights
of magnificence
of splendor
of satisfactory
the blinding factor.
my hands are glued
chained
to the rectangular box of reality
the small world within
a metallic confinement
spending
wasting
loving
the times
that i have
for it.
i want to do it
my body craves for it
my mind is hungry for it
my soul digs deep for it
i want to use my phone so much
it is so fucking addictive
it is so fucking nice to see
pixelated words
pixelated photos
pixelated sounds
pixelated everything
a pixelated reality
it is so fucking pleasing
i fucking love this feeling
i could not put my phone down
and i will not
.
i fucking love it so much.
.
一波未平，一波又起
(one thing after another)
i am so done with this.
i just got back my conscious from darkness
and now you are taking it away from me
no way.
Dear God,
Please help me overcome this addiction.
“delete the apps that bothers you most.”
“can i learn to co-exist with them.”
probable.
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