An Addicting Distraction
We hold the world in our hands, and we can't look away.
Drawn to all the possibilities it holds
Illuminated by its cold, blue glow. I
Scroll,
Transfixed in its perpetuity.
Rejigging my
Amenable mind to dependency. I’m
Connected to everlasting stimulation. But
Trapped in an
Immobilizing isolation. Will I be forever bound by
Obtrusive
Nomophobia?
About the Creator
Orange Oasis
I love the color orange and my two cats.
Using Vocal to exercise my decrepit writing skills.
I appreciate suggestions on what I can do better next time.
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