#selfie

Here in our hearts where the sacred lies, we splay ourselves open like we unzip our coats. We use no discretion as we sow these wild oats. The cameras follow us to sleep like the paparazzi. Hashtag no makeup. Hashtag all natural. Hashtag no filter. Let the masses see us naked in the limelight as we litter. Our precious moments are on the ground like cigarette butts, our proverbial lungs are filled with cancer, and this girl on the other side, she wants to be a dancer. Pictures in her lingerie all over the worldwide, tangled in her own web, desperate to be fed. Our former selves didn't have the foresight to assume this narcissistic self-hate, our unironic minds that keep nothing private. MySpace top eight nostalgia, allow me to share my dreams with you. Affirm my worth and watch my days float down the river with me. Throw up your once-Poliroids, your weddings and your babies, your depression and your positive vibrations, show the world your life in albums and one-liners, what are we coming to if not to the bottom? I used to be in therapy but now I self-medicate with the use of all-new technology that gives me the power to write what I ate for lunch in stone, and code. It makes me feel important, like everyone cares, and everyone understands, but everyone lies. Hash tag forever alone. Hash tag but at least I have my cat. Rock yourself to sleep on the winds of this false security. Nobody cares that you can't sleep tonight. The dark is still dark when you turn on the light. And your life moves on, while you sit back, to get a photograph, of just, the right, angle, but you never step into your own picture, and live.