monologue w shreeya

With the utmost comfortable living of wonderful creations and discoveries, it is somewhere true that the solidified blissful masks of most modern-day Homo sapiens have a hollow melancholy soul underneath in this jungle of concrete. There is this neither masculine nor feminine but a 'humane' urge to participate in this unhealthy race of being acceptable and attended. Digitalization of simple living is our daily ritual and following the trend has been our daily routine. The dependency on screens and attachment with it has increased our short-term pleasure inversely proportionating with our decreasing attention span. The attraction of being a part of screen has now been a necessity that if not then our subconscious pulls out the not so infamous feeling the fear of missing out also known as FOMO. Whether it may be a business to creation, today's world is dominated by media. Pros of it is that all the services to reduce time are all in our comfort on fingertips. Digital marketin...

Being a mind full of thoughts and noises and voices and lots, I will tell you why I prefer monologues, knowing the today's necessity of dialogues, For this time, I won’t blame my sensitive bones, But I'd say that I prefer to dive deep into tones, Of the surrounding body and the held dope mind, which has a magnetic persona to actually bind, me and my thoughts with such a huge force,  An unforgettable attachment and a feary enforce, where this present is hindered and tricked, By this lively illusionist all my mind be gripped, Also, deep down in the frontal lobe it knocks, The time of unwelcomed fear clocks, It be judgement or of misery or of attachment, Leaving a deep dark stain on the fragment, Yes sure, I'd like to open up and explain my anxious side,  But perhaps the other body won’t get it right, So, I stop this energy and a need to explain, and shut myself imitating a smile on my pain, Concerning about it less and more to heal, cause I know at the end no matter how I fee...