Modernity

My love, Instagram is the enemy with its retouched photos and you with that girl.

It is the poison in my soul. 

That's why I am preparing my bags and going to the mountains. 

Away from you, the city and society.

I need to breathe and erase the notion of her smile on your neck and her name on your lips.

I will throw the cell phone in the first bin that I cross and I will eliminate my existence from this world.

Because I can’t. 

It's impossible to continue if you're present.

So, My love, Facebook is the ally and I must go ahead with deleting my account and losing your number of my skin.

This has to end with my tears to the sea and my wounds closed in the heat of the sun.

I have to erase the kisses of my soul and burn WhatsApp that has your audios as midnight ghosts.

I will go to the ancient towers and read about the end of the world in bible paper.

Because, My love, enough is enough.

This is no longer karma, it is evil and I hate the universe more than Wi-Fi for giving me your presence.

T.A.