Dopamine addicts. 
There's nothing Social about, 
Popularity.

Making me look great

Squint eyed and shifty glances

Where are my glasses?

 

Blinded by the moon

Curvaceous celestial,

Enchanting wide eyes.

I've an
Almost
Constant
Fear 
(I must now
Confess).

She'll In
Her it
Madness
Yours
(No surely,
Not mine).

Or worst
Of all
From both
Combined
(In carnal 
Crazy-mess).

How old am I really?
An age not measured
In hours and days
No irresistible sweep
Of a second hand
An aging greyness of the soul
Grey in that half awake,
Half darkness time
That time between
Two instances
A time inside of life.

Gone but not forgotten
forgiven
or forgetting
Forever re-living an instance
Forever, over and over
Forever
and nevermore
Never ending
No relief
Nothing is forgotten
or forgiven
or the same.