What will they think of me?

It ain't worth it.

Wake up in the middle of the night.

Social grooming is calling.

What will they think of me? Will they laugh? Will they check what I have?

Will I expose all my flaws and secrets? For an authentic showing or tantrum, I hope not.


It's the western dream, working one second a time. Seeing numbers go up, ticking with a little push of the cranium. Of whom is moving up, and who is moving down. Sociological tensions at it's finest.

Maybe they'd laugh? High school, a bit too much. Growth of the profile always teasing me.

All rearview driving behaviour.

Tap, send. Have faith that a neophiliac will discover and then spread the word.

I'm novel, I'm cool, am I social media? You take what you can get.

Not worth the work hours to cut into sleep, all this work to build something.

What will they think of me? What will they see?