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Inside the screen Only breathless LEDs and numbers The passing moments Are so fast You might not even know you missed them The screen is a contradiction Watching without a soul Traces and delusions Lost, no, forgotten Like endless waves Surging and then receding Even the sky feels like a ceiling Air so thin I can barely breathe Hiding myself inside that screen I can do anything I can see everything but the truth In a strange sense of relief I've become uncomfortably comfortable White screen Pitch-black heart Which one Is the lie? (Someone please tell me) I stop my scrolling finger And see the world moving Above my thumb, index finger, and palm Show me your algorithm If I keep hesitating and flipping A story I'll never see again Even if I try to find it here and there Only I know The moment you and I meet Click click click Thumb and index finger Press together Hesitating, hesitating Page by page Here and there I know Your heart Clumsily Missing out Frantically Waiting Grab tight that dream That was messed up A ruined circus, giggling as if mocking But the funniest thing is the clown trapped in the mirror, laughing I'm not curious about what's behind the screen I'm blind anyway I don't care what anyone says I just stop to find the middle ground Falling into a fluffy swamp To submerge my head just like that Because the light of the eyes reflected in the screen Shines without tiring Capture everything that trapped me in my heart Drag and erase other people's useless captions Emotions that came like a disaster alert Hide them instead of the screen If you test me any further It's a minus point deduction