I feel myself
Getting sucked into
All of these screens.
The apps and the shows,
They take a–
–Oh shit!
The ad is over!
I have to go!
Alright,
It's another ad.
43 seconds left,
Then,
Back to the show.
It's a good show,
And I don't feel like turning it off.
It is so easy
To get lost
In my screens.
Time to go again.
Adios!
Another 15 seconds
Between episodes;
Just enough time
To breathe.
Nope,
Actually not.
It sucks me in
Again.
90 seconds to live.
To create.
To be.
Just enough time
To find my mind,
Just to lose it again.
The ladies in the bikini’s,
For an eharmoney commercial,
Cut my 90 seconds short,
And I get
Sucked back in
Before the commercial ends.
75 seconds this time.
Soon,
I'll fall asleep out here–
With the TV on,
And my phone next me.
Asleep in the living room,
Where dreams feel more real than real–
And I can't tell
Which story is which
Mine,
Or the shows?
Are they intertwined?
All of these stories,
Where do they go?
Inside the brain somewhere?
Like a memory,
That's fading away?
There characters,
What do they have to do with me?
Why
Am I addicted to them?
Story,
After
Story,
After
Story.
So many stories.
Movies and shows
Are easier then books and lectures,
They're easier
To consume.
They take less effort to participate in.
Just one more episode,
Then I'll fall asleep.
I work in the morning.
And I work all day,
So I can come home,
Smoke weed,
And watch my shows.
I am living in the digital world.
And I volunteer
To keep walking myself off of the plank.
-C.H.
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