Filtered Light

We craft our life in pixel frames, meticulously staged and clear, collecting hearts like little flames while little warmth disappears. Yet every morning brings another show, we dress our words in filtered light, rehearse the smiles that hide below, and perform our joy with all our might. Behind the filters, souls grow thin among the many, all alone. The hollow that dwells within unseen, beneath our polished tone. This scripted life begins to fade, revealing what we always knew. Exhausted by this long charade, we wonder what we thought was true. So step away from glowing screens; find soil beneath your searching feet. Remember what connection means when heart and heart directly meet.