American Daydream

November 9, 2018

The light that glows upon my face keeps me warm

Each day I am reminded of the fraying fraying fabric

Instead, I let the glare illuminate my face for hours

Instead, I let it captivate me; it is my best friend

Instead, I shun the obvious

Until the obvious is indistinguishable

It is an addiction

One I may never conquer

I believe that it has become so ingrained

That the light has become apart of myself.

American Daydream

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kabelleNov 9, 2018

<p>This is a piece that I created to display the the utter blindness brought on to us by social media.</p>