Matter

When my mobile phone buzzes, I am wide-awake and in anticipation. I need to see what somebody did In relation to my life. Somebody has interacted With me. I matter. I have made an appearance In somebody’s picture. Somebody is claiming That I went somewhere with them. They are personally messaging me To tell me something. They are publicly posting something To my profile To say something And they want everybody To know they’re saying it. I am requested. I am needed. I am desired. I matter. I am having fun. I need a photographer to document it. I have told a funny joke. Somebody needs to accredit me with a quote. I accomplished something difficult. A friend will click To show that they acknowledge my feat. I matter. I am a blog. I am a profile. You can follow me. You can track where I go. You can know who I go with. You can listen to my thoughts. You can see who I am. I matter. But I am not matter. I am a machine. I create pictures for you. I create jokes for you. I establish myself So you know who I am. You matter.