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When We Are Trying To Live Too Much In Too Little Time We Tend To Forget How To Live.
When we are trying to live too much in too little time we tend to forget how to live.
Are you breathing? Are you feeling? Are you looking? Or are you scrolling? What are you looking for? And Will you ever find it one day if you keep scrolling?
Are you living or are you existing? Did you have fun today or did you stay in your room the whole day? What are you hiding from? Do you feel lonely? Do you need a friend?
Do you need an ear? Do you need a shoulder? Do you need a touch of a lover, Do u need a hug? Do you need a kiss? Will you find it at the end of your feed or will you find it when you stop scrolling.
"Find me" she says, Then come out of hiding. Let me find you, let me reach you, grab my arm let me pull you out in the light. Let me hug you let me kiss you. Let me taste you.
Let me see you feel, Let me see you live.
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Have you ever felt disconnected?
That feeling is constant most of the time.
Are you happy? Do you think it will last this time?
Or will it vanish, disappearing into the void of your mind.
Did you satisfy your ego or did you satisfy your eternal self.
Was it a birth of an idea or just a craving of your imagined self.
Your new gadgets, your expensive clothes, your overrated trips sure it made you happy but for how long will that last and for how long will you keep buying,
I'll let u in on a secret - they won't last because that happiness is lying.
So here I'm asking again what makes you happy and how long will it last,
Remember the Truth never dies and lies dies fast.
Every evening there's a Renaissance painter up in the sky
