“We scroll,
we click,
we swipe,
racing through digital static,
each distraction a fleeting sedative,
numbing the quiet dread gnawing
at the edges of our withering hearts.

We remain distant,
mere spectators to our own lives,
as the hours slip
like grains of sand through the hourglass,
and only now, in the suffocating silence,
do we sense the weight of all that’s slowly slipping away.”