break from social media, day 73

Whisper wisdom, conversate dreams and lights over the fence.

void, void, hear my voice. No one else is speaking to you.

will you listen? i’ll show you what it means to be alive.

See those wisps, like film on smoke? Ideas built on air.

no one else is listening. although this is true,

i hope for someone else, inside like an island in black.

I will speak. catch this kite and put it in a bottle.

sometimes such a ship has more hope of land than I.

but know I’m not destined to stay in this bleak sea.

so clap for me.