Quiet and Calm Hours
Away from the blinking phones
The sight of the phone
Scares me for taking away my attention
Weak in my knees
I take comfort in screens
Texting Friends. Phubbing them.
Staying with them to run away from them.
What's colors to children is what stories are to humans. Surrounded by the hills, huddling under the blanket of sparkling stars Humans...
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