Dreaming of Lost Connections.

In my dream 

where screens reign supreme, 

I need to remember how

to connect and dream. 

Likes and comments, emojis and memes,

Or so it seems.

I’ve traded in honest conversations, 

For tweets and texts, 

and virtual relations. 

I scroll through endless feeds, 

Ignoring the world 

and

my deepest needs.

But

amid all this disconnection, 

There’s a yearning 

for

a genuine connection. 

for

someone to see me,

to hear me, 

To hold me close 

and to love me.

I crave the warmth of human touch, 

The sound of laughter 

I long to be seen 

for who I indeed am, 

Not just a profile 

or

a digital avatar.

So

let me put down

my screen for a while, 

and let my heart and my soul

run wild. 

Let me make eye contact 

and share a smile, 

and

rediscover the beauty of being alive.

In the end, 

it is not the number

of followers I have, 

Or

the likes and shares 

That makes me glad. 

It’s the human connections

that genuinely matter, 

Those that leave my heart 

a little larger

and warmer.