Is it just me, or is social media ending the concept of
mystery?
Forever access to a being's thoughts and history.
No matter how deep, insides shared freely for all to see.
People viewing the life of you, a sense of popularity.
Exaggerations of accomplishments, goals, feats, feeding
insecurity.
But on the other side: sob stories, harsh truths a kind of
"woe is me".
This realization in the past couple days to look into my
intentions with this carefully.
Again, where's the mystery?
Now when I say my intentions, I mean... what can I do with
this?
Sure, add friends, family, lovers... recreational bliss.
But what draws the line between news, and nobody's business?
From bosses, to neighbors, to ex relationships.
Green dots indicating consciousness.
Records of the same broken down to seconds, hours, and
minutes.
Constant visuals of peers likes, comments, and interests.
Deems, conclusions, judgments made where without this
outlet...
would they exist?
-Ebony/me {^-^}
