Digital Skin (Take 2 🎬)

I'm trying to find you...
But you keep running
from my words!

Each letter
mirrors a line from—
my fingerprints,
tapping a digital Morse code
each day. Today, again.
Yet you don’t feel my touch?

It’s like there’s a screen protector
between you and me—
between all of us.

Do we need protection?
From silent rejection?

Social media should connect,
or so it’s often said—
Yet I’ve never felt more
disconnected.

You’ve become a stat.
A pricked fingertip,
pressing a blood-stained heart.

Rushed comments
blister digital skin.
Touching each other
with pixelated art.

This feels so wrong.
How did it get to this?

Can you even see me now?
I’m right here—
on the other side of the screen...

My nerves feel on fire.
No, not from heat—
from ice.
It’s getting so goddamn cold.

[...MOUTH OPENING WIDE...]

Oh. I get it now.
You don’t see me
because you’re looking at yourself.

Your pain.
Your life.
Your everything.

Yes.
I was the same.
It was insane.
But I overcame.

So how do you change—
rearrange—
when skin feels so goddamn strange?

Let’s look up.
See the heavens above.
Free our minds from ourselves.
Fully touch through the sincerity of love.

LMFAO—
sorry to interrupt your screen time!
This comment’s become an emotional crutch.
More flakes of my digital skin—
but maybe today,
you’ll feel my touch?