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Digital Romance
Strangers passing, digital era is racking my mind of the new age, effortless encounters of the egos founded in this digital era of love? Curious of the unknown we click our minds into the flow of this easily, sinful trend, morality levels inflicted by our own consciousness we dive into the abyss of hope and bare our dreams with a stranger as yourself.
Published 10th Nov 2017
| Edited 13th Jul 2022
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10th Nov 2017 1:17pm
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3rd Apr 2018 5:28am
very perceptive...the social media mirage is seductive....ultimately revealing our selves to our selves...good read
10th Apr 2018 1:25pm
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- Edited 25th Oct 2022 6:45pm
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Anonymous
- Edited 26th Aug 2023 5:45pm
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22nd Apr 2023 3:14am
This is more and more why mankind can't govern themselves. Such advent and advance as social media, technology, and the digital age has ruined the organic substance of solid foundation in relationships. Friends, family, community, and self are sadly "trending" online to where it replaces the richness and devotion of real maturity in culture with a sort of "plastic" identity. Nothing can replace "personal" interaction. I would enjoy if you were to elaborate your views on such a concept.
2nd May 2023 1:28am
2nd May 2023 1:42am
All rivers flow to the ocean
All energy moves to the notion
Our mental description
Wrestles for survival
Truth in every moment
Our progressive denial
Do not fear this passing time
These threads of communication
Age like fine wine
We're all still people
behind all these screens
A network of connection
A reflection it seems
Could it be, we aren't alone
That lowly earthly abyss of home
But now you begin to notice that lowly tone
A vibration, a signal, a connection, a direction
Welcome, Home.
All energy moves to the notion
Our mental description
Wrestles for survival
Truth in every moment
Our progressive denial
Do not fear this passing time
These threads of communication
Age like fine wine
We're all still people
behind all these screens
A network of connection
A reflection it seems
Could it be, we aren't alone
That lowly earthly abyss of home
But now you begin to notice that lowly tone
A vibration, a signal, a connection, a direction
Welcome, Home.
