14/09/2025
We scroll to feel seen, lose ourselves in the noise. Social media promises connection—yet delivers isolation.
Digital Dust
In webs we weave, our truths unwind,
A mirror lost, a self confined.
Echoes flood the silent soul,
Where noise is loud but never whole.
We trade the mirror for the screen,
Forget what seeing truly means.
Where likes may bloom and hearts may race,
Still loneliness finds its quiet place.
Behind the glow, the damage stays—A silent ache that shapes our days.
Adamskidare ❤️