Cell Phone

home screen. tap tap. instagram. scroll scroll. home button. tap tap. the next snapchat. stories. hold. release. over and over. 

Why do I find so much satisfaction in this mindless task? Is it some form of false connection that I’m craving. Maybe its the perpetual training of my hands to navigate to those places. Maybe it has to do with my turning to social media whenever I want to be distracted or curb my anxiety.

Well it has to stop. I am battling with an addiction to my phone. No meaning, nothing to check, but hours pass as my retinas burn from staring into the tiny screen.

Reality is all around me. There is so much to learn, to explore, to acheive, to clean, to be happy, sad about, to experience, yet my identity is severed by this network ambillical chord.

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