acid rain in my brain

a phone.

a rectangular block

of pure metal

wires and cords

cameras

buttons and screens

the singular object,

that seems to possess the most attention.

why?

this rectangular block

cameras

wires and screens

countless quantities of time

spent solely, soullessly on this small rectangular shape of pure metal

pure doom

dopamine overload, overstimulation heaven!

wires and motherboards

cameras and cords

the negativity flashing at me

the hostility and morbidity

drowning like i'm undersea

everybody’s eyes fixated

on a singular object

a singular point

but where are we?

what about the man sitting next to me?

the woman on the train?

the singular green leaf on the side of the road ?

the small bird on the pavement, searching avidly for food?

these small details of which nobody would notice

nature shrouded in sunlight

ignored for blue light

so compelling and bright,

but in spite of the fright i just might feel

i want to find my own light.

not consumed by the pain

of acid rain in the brain driving me insane

i want to obtain free will