What makes us tremble to the core,

what is purposely hidden under our beds,

is the only thing that will ultimately drive us

to a real face of ourselves.

Nothing, but only the dreadful sound of loneliness

the broken car

the offline mode turned on

the absence of a routine

the faces of nobodies

the empty feeling

will unveil what we truly understand.

Until then, time passes like

a 5 minute cigarette break –

a half an hour drive –

a ready to go coffee –

a half way there diet –

a 30 minute daily exercise //

in these fragments of time

a self is slowly multiplying

on the faces of every human being

The person you think somebody is

can be easily defined by these

calculated moments

of taking a selfie in the right time, light, spot

of saying the right words

wearing the right clothes

…

a moment later, they’re gone.

Who are you

and you will you be

when the system breaks down?