This isn’t what I imagined.
I guess nothing ever is.
The human brain is a tricky little sliver of nature,
So many try to classify, label, name, title. I just want to let it be.
We are not more intelligent because dreams can now be interpreted,
They still cannot be achieved.
We are not better off with social networks,
Grouping friends in order of who matters more.
We all exist.
I know I’d be better off on my own,
But I need that attention, and my subconscious perceives it as affection.
It is what it is.
It just isn’t what I imagined.
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