Warm
I keep my loneliness warm
With the blue light
Scrolling for the jolts per minute
Craving connection
Without wanting to get dressed
Or move from the couch
I know I am ok alone
But if someone said
Hey let’s play
I might say
Yeah ok
M & E
I hardly feel like writing
I barely bother to read
Scroll
Scroll
Scroll
Wanting to be fed
by the feed
Knowingly wading through
the mire that
saps my soul
Overriding self-imposed time limits
In a tacit agreement
to self-destruct
so that
in arriving at that nihilistic state of
I Hate Everything
I am humbled into remembering
that
Meditation and Exercise
are my true salvation.
The day is calling me.
Put down the phone.
‘Click’.
(C) 2021
Spritely Musings 