Artificial light reflects back at him
Projecting his artificial life.
Fake friends, fake relationships, fake comfort,
Yet he cannot leave his social media site.
He periodically checks his profile.
To see what other people see of him.
He desires them to see his best.
And not the uncertainty within.
A tiny little bubble pops up.
A beautiful girl says hi.
Beautiful? How would he know?
Her profile picture, oh right.
Conversation flows in zeros and ones.
But he mistakes it for emotion.
After days and months of binary charm.
He thinks he has won her devotion.
Her face is familiar to him.
But does he know what she sounds like?
Does he know her hair is actually brown?
Or that she won’t recognise him on sight?
‘It’s young love’, he thinks to himself.
As he types out ‘I love you’.
But she doesn’t reply.
Why? He hasn’t the slightest clue.
He waits patiently for her reciprocation.
Then he sees her last seen at.
He gave his heart to her at 23:43
At 04:01, it cracked.
His self-created ego crashes down on him.
To join him on the ground.
He thought he was music online.
But in reality, he was merely a sound.
He goes back to his profile.
And ignores the effort he spent on it.
Scrolling thru the settings.
‘Delete account’, he clicks.