Middle of Nowhere


I'm standing here in silence, where people
love, play, and follow. I'm clicking your
desire, which you put on the title.

I'm your object, an unconscious mind of
you, revolving your daily windows, shining
your moment.

I'm your enemy sometimes, who delete
your windows that you deluded.

You control my mind, which passes by the
name of exit. I forget to escape. Your
suggestion forces me to stay here.

It penetrates my loneliness and carves my
dignity. I'm counting the time before
vanishing whenever I possess that
empathy.

Your empty window covers the speed of 
riot. I repeat your emotions
and bring them out of the cave.

I am desperate to be out of your notation
surrounding moving rumble. I am creating
your desire, keeping implying every single
thing.

I'm existing with your interplay. I interpret
the day of innocence without any
innovation. I'm existing without your
interaction. I interrupt the day of
annoyance with any regeneration.

I'm finding myself from the bottom to the top.
I fail to be a chat show
that it opens a new window.

I'm your fake news which cares about you
but don't.
I'm your torn skin, which you'll forget naturally after, it is cut.