Faulty Connections
How is it that now you can connect to me
And I to you without having ever met in person?
I see your actions and you see mine—
We can even transfer our voices within seconds
And you are somewhere I have never been
While I am somewhere you have never been
Yet we talk together as if we were old friends,
Maybe even lovers. We can easily intoxicate
One another as we present ourselves,
Easily concealing our faults and flaws
But I don’t want to, I want you to see my all.
This is who I am, this is where I live,
These are whom I love. I don’t want someone
I don’t know to know me as any more or less
Than I am. Do I hide my own self from myself?
Perhaps, so I’ll display it here for you to see
So that you can know me as I am even better
Than me. Do I drop conversations in the
Midst of the flow? Do I have to wait patiently
For you to answer while you do something
I can’t even see or know unless you tell me
And I believe it. What do I project upon you
Falsely or correctly that you accept or reject?
Forgive me if I question more than answer
Because I am lost in this land of connections
Where friends and followers are mystical
Numbers collected and discarded like dirt
On the soles of one another’s shoes.
May 2024
About This Poem
This poem is about my hesitancy with social media and the connections we make online. While they might be enjoyable, we sometimes forget that they aren't fully real. We need to make connections with those around us in physical reality first. The loss of that sense of community is gradually destroying us, so I fully believe we need to get back to the people we know and build relationships with them: real, not faulty, connections. The photo is of my computer at school with my old blog on the screen. Hopefully you are finding me again.
