In the wrong generation

I do not belong here,
I dream of the simpler times,
I was never born,
no messages, no calls,
hand in hand,
see her eye to eye,
no swiping left or right,
wait for a letter.
No facebook, no instagram, no whatsapp,
a story to share every second,
none ever lived.
A message every second,
so many friends,
so connected,
never have we been lonelier.
I block the noise,
I crave silence,
and try to revive my drowning voice.
I run,
and I run from the mirage,
the illusions,
the fake reality,
it seems impossible,
to flee the world lived in screens.

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