A Meaningless Collection

My Addiction with Marble Dreams

Often, I surrender myself to tiny worlds

in which time stops and reality eludes me

I like to think it proves my humanity

But once it's over and done,

I always come to the new realisation

of my empty life and distant friends

If anything, it enables my cold personality

I simply take my fill and reveal myself

to people who don't exist

so that I can neglect my own life

and the ones who actually matter

I had thought it made me more empathetic

But all it really does is make me complicit

in my own social paralysis