I claw for refuge from the screen. only free between forgotten dreams and water. everything in pixels if not deficit or numbers. the body aches for lack of sleep, compassion wanes to rising tallies of dead children on my phone. I look up from myself to a future of potential lost to screentime and self-interest. are we meant to keep this up? I want to shake myself awake but can I really face the day? too much to take account of. too hard to care to change. just enough to blame the headlines and scroll on to other stuff.
I only stir to how I feel through someone else's questions. my faith in the absurd is just enough to blunt the thoughts. dance a rhythm I can keep asleep. don't wake me up again.
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