Just sitting here stuck in my superficiality, bent slightly forward, ‘cause blessings are heavy like gravity, emotion is overflowing in every direction –

– humbly binging on fantasy, lost to my reality, seeking forgiveness for trading knowledge for affection –

– madness, the only common ground, chaos used to forget that we are forgetting –

– chaos used and abused because it’s so refreshing to be beholden to no one ‘cause we are regressing –

– as I carry on, forging my identity in being lost, staring at the ground and shunning the stars, I grasp for my laptop and just can’t let it go, entertainment, my drug of choice, and I just can’t say no.



Painting our illusions in 108 words a day.


  1. I can sure relate to that drug of choice. Having a broken wrist has at least temporarily decreased that dependence. I didn’t even turn the laptop on two days ago and almost not at all yesterday. Of course I still used the smartphone, and two days ago was at a retreat with Swami Ramakrishna. I left home around 9:30 in the morning and got home at 8:30 in the evening. So I have definitely not broken that attachment/dependence.

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