Can't sleep.
Feel alone.
Phones glow picks out shadows on the ceiling.
Concealing what's normally seen.
The screen, cradled by my fingers, shows moments.
Moments in other people's lives.
The feed has no nourishment.
I scroll.
I scroll.
I scroll.
Stroll a mile in someone else's shoes.
They pinch.
Rub.
Leave blisters.
Contrived pics leave me hungry and sick.
Sun kissed legs form a runway into an infinity pool.
'Pre-drinks with the bestie' makes me re-think why I'm investing my time in this.
Videos of people making slime, get hits.
Life hacks, that are more trouble than they're worth.
What on on earth are we doing?
Its two thousand and seventeen.
I mean, I thought we'd be on mars by now.
Flying cars by now.
Not making disgusting looking concoctions in mason jars by now.
Anyway, must dash.
Someone is doing a giveaway and all I have to do is re-gram, re-tweet, follow, private message, and send £100 cash.
