Immy

He doesn't come till the evening
despite long hours of seeking him out
closing doors to meet him
if only for a minute
before he runs off again
never touching down for more than a hello
but at night he's all mine

I click,
I swipe,
I like,
I save,
I feel my thoughts being herded,
rounded up and shuttled into a pen,
but I don't mind.
I join my fellow sheep,
blindly scrolling through brainless information.
101110001000110...

Eunoia,
she passes by me,
her mind overflowing with beauty,
her thoughts an endlessly expanding painting,
one only she will ever get to see.
Kilig,
I see her and the butterflies start once again,

I am alone,
for the first time ever,
I am alone.
They say I will be safe here,
that as my habitat dwindles,
I need them to protect me.
But I can hear the calls and cries of the others,
that aren't the same as me,

My friend can hear the screams of trees,
she says they keep her up at night,
and at first,
no one would believe her.

She told us that they called for help,
begged for mercy as the forests died,