Gonna scream into the void for a minute and probably anger someone accidentally, but please hang in there...
I wish we didn’t just heart bomb, I wish we’d actually read and comment and ask questions. All of us, ALL OF US would like to know what part you liked, what made you laugh, what made you cry, what made you think, what brought you beauty, what brought you darkness. All. Of. Us. Are craving validation through human interaction, hearts are cool so make it rain if you feel but every time someone does, I wonder how they read ten distinct and abstract pieces in under 15 seconds, and had nothing to say.
I wish we’d message other poets more. Leave your feelings on their work. I’d rather get two notes of actual critique or personal experience than a hundred fake ones, you would too.
I wish we would share each other’s feelings about all of our writings instead of just leaving a simple heart, but as long as you read it, that’s cool too. If you want to, tell me what it meant to you, what you felt while reading it, anything. I LOVE that shit.
I wish we understood that the amount of time and care we’re puting into what we write, and that most of us only post so someone, anyone would read it. We don’t just want the most “notes”, we want you to treat it like art and react to it, in real life.
Speaking of, I wish we treated each other’s pages like an art exhibit. You wouldn’t run through the exhibit, barely glancing at the titles, shoot a thumbs up to the artist and continue running. You stop. You stare. You ponder. You discuss. Do more of that. Especially for writers who are literally only posting original work with only the intent to be read with no personal gain in sight. We’re bleeding out here.
I’m not trying to gripe, you run your page how you want, you spend your time here any way you please, it’s your app. This is just a list of “wouldn’t it be nice”. Know that I’m genuinely greatful for anyone who has ever hearted anything I’ve ever written, and if that’s what you’re comfortable doing, that’s cool too. There is no right way to be here, and hell, maybe it’s me that’s doing it wrong. I can accept that I’m the asshole if all of this is nonsense. Just know that I love you all and when I react to your writing, I fucking read it first.