My Selfie With Words
My selfie with words
By alexia brinsley
How do We capture a moment when the flash doesn’t work, and ideals can't be cropped in a frame?
When filters just “hurt", the "enhance" won't flirt, and the tag doesn't yet have a name?
Why do we share more than what we want to see?
Do we know someone we’ll never touch?
Do we ever switch off, uncharge, just be...
Flip the view,
Hold your breath,
Retouch.
Keeping the world at an arms length shot, leaves life little room in-between.
The squinting smiles like a virtual virus not an inch of our life unseen.
Battery bleeds as the screen fades slow,
the panic starts cold setting in.
For how can you live in the frame of your phone when light on the screen is too dim.
Copyright © Alexia Brinsley | Year Posted 2018
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