Fake Dopamine

When I look at you

and your hundred photographs

with some smiles saying cheese

while you are busy making some material memories.

You tend a click a shooting star

or perhaps a new born flower. 

You capture the reindeer

and get a video of a someone drinking beer. 

Those likes that please

and the validations that they give.

Is it really what matters ?

Would you still click the riviera

instead of lying on the grass ?

or would you take a moment to breath

or post just another smiley ?

Its a never ending cycle.

Communication through light

and distantly distant on the inside

You still don't bother

and still request more friendships.

Do you still long for those hugs and

that little chemistry.

Do you still wish to hold hands

or the ups in your heartbeats.

I still wait for a whisper,

telling me that you love me.

I wish to wake up besides you

and not for a beep.

But there’s you

and your Fake Dopamine.