6may2025thoughts

we are moulded by the digital age nowadays it appears

mid-cuddle, in the silences we would look at each others footprints

closeness through the cookies and caches

our consumption of different media defined the images we had of one another

twitter accounts as legends to each other's formed personalities,

last.fm as another window into your soul

I followed you on Spotify and you never followed back

I pled for you to let me into your world 

did I know you or did I only know your afterimage?

you pop up on the friend activity panel and I see you listening to Like Someone in Love by Bjork

it's scary how many love songs there are in the world

I see your tweets and wonder how you feel when no-one likes your posts

and why your follower count has dropped

I ran my fingers across the softness of your skin

while you ran deeper and further away into detachment

which one is realer to you?