Real slavery starts with a sound
All awake waiting for notifications
An application containing magic
People can become maniacs in waiting
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Time feels envious
People forget to look at time
Time and notifications have their own place
Who is in favor of both, already addicted
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Glued to the unreal
Trapped in wishful thinking
Guessing the content of notifications
A reply from someone or blind spam
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A smile comes from the real
Fingers repel spam that comes on purpose
A life full of distractions
An addiction that feels not from the forbidden
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Turning off notifications is an impossibility
What's real in life drowns
One's self can be forgotten
Like dreams - dreams that are only told
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Written by Emil Indarw
About the Creator
Emil indw
I always use the people around me as inspiration in my writing. They will be special people if you know how to write about them.
Shooting Guernica
The summer of my photography internship, studying at the Escuela Universitaria de Artes in Madrid, was a blur of soaring architecture, echoing galleries, dimly lit clubs, darkrooms, and dark-eyed Spanish artists. I was serious about learning my craft--especially with my parents' educational fund running out--but I also wanted to have fun.
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Comments (1)
Ah yes, those annoying notifications...I like your style Emil, you attack the problems with such energy. I like this one a lot.