Offline Picnic from Soft Rebellion by Vyraqo

Offline Picnic

packed a basket, left the phone,
told my worries: stay at home.
the sky just sent a clearer sign —
today, the cloud is mine.

hey, my friends, the air’s still free,
come waste some time with me.
no feed, no filters, no replies,
just the color of your eyes.
let’s crash the cloud for real this time,
and hear the silence rhyme.
no hashtags, plans or overlays,
just grass beneath our lazy praise.

the sun don’t need a password,
the breeze don’t need a plan.

we turned off the world and turned on the sky,
the moment replied with a butterfly.
no feed, no filters, just us and the light —
we turned off the world, and it felt right.

the grapes rolled off, we laughed instead,
the blanket’s crooked, the bread half-dead.
someone’s playing out of tune,
and that’s my favorite afternoon.
the ants are here, they’ve joined the team,
this chaos tastes like self-esteem.
no upload here, no one performs,
just weather changing into forms.

we turned off the world and turned on the sky,
the moment replied with a butterfly.
no feed, no filters, just us and the light —
we turned off the world, and it felt right.

nothing to post, and that’s the post.
no proof we lived — we really did most.
a memory only the wind can keep,
real life tastes better when it’s cheap.

we turned off the world and turned on the sky,
our laughter trended with the trees nearby.
no feed, no likes, no alibi —
we turned off the world and came alive.

• Alternative
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