Airplanes and Fireflies
By Winter Burnett June 21, 2017
Stars and fireflies. The tiny lights that light the way.
Airplanes and cell towers. Are they the ones that get in the way?
Technology has this hold on me… that you don’t see.
It has the ability to connect you to me.
When will I stop pretending?
Can I ever change my ways?
These secrets I hide?
The lies I hide behind?
The flicker of hope a ‘like’ brings.
That twinge of regret after a snap.
One retweet would be worth a hundred words.
That tagged status update, a million.
When will I stop pretending?
Can I ever change my ways?
These secrets I hide?
The lies I hide behind?
The humor is geared towards my favorites.
I have a collection of admirers.
They don’t know the real me.
And those who do, I fear don’t want to.
When will I stop pretending?
Can I ever change my ways?
These secrets I hide?
The lies I hide behind?
I fear that I’m some peoples’ annoying, unfollowed follower.
But I don’t fear the internet, I fear the place we call real life.
How do I leave this fake world and focus on the now?
How do I draw the line and not use it to hide behind?
So many thoughts.
I should start another journal.
I should find a friend.
But which ones are like me? Keeping their secrets and pretend?
Probably A Metaphor 