Awal Remote

Life

with a child

is so uncertain.

Silence

isn't a good thing.

Repeated

shows or songs

is torcher

to the care giver.

Trickers

masked in cuteness.

When your not looking,

a cookie is bitten.

The channel changed

by sticky fingers

clicking left and right

only to find

the next annoying song.

It's okay though,

that baby can dance

to "What kind if music is this?"

In a mad rush,

the parents swoosh

the littles away.

My ears overloaded.

I frantically search

No REMOTE

it is no where

My son

god bless his soul

downloaded a remote

to my phone!

Saved!

No, not really,

Phone died.

YouTube is playing

random Tarot Card readings.

One after another.

Okay, talking

in the background

is helpful.

Oh Dear.

Firestick went to sleep.

Blank black screen.

Silence sets in

again.

Sweet

addictive silence.

Phone is charging.

Do I turn it on?

Na,

I've let

the world lead me

from stillness

thoughts

I must need

to reconnect

with me.

baby hid one

remote

The second

rendered useless

by lack of attention.

Fiiiinnnneee.

Flipping Fine!

I want to

deflect the pain?

There has been a lot

No.

Silence feeds

the soul.

Does it?

Sometimes it is

unraveling

as an annoying

kid's song.

How?

Long?

Must I tarry here?

What must I experience

before you release

the remote

Universe?

Meditation?

Eat?

Write?

What?

Nothing.

I choose nothing.

There isn't a need.

Just being

simple

soothing

de-escalation

from baby trickster's

visit.

With a ding,

I can choose

to start

my phone for the remote.

To what good?

Wait!

What's that?

A thought?

Was that thought my own?

No,

One mustn't think.

Empty one's mind

and just be

in the moment.

Decisions?

To tired

to do myself justice

on the decision making front.

Why?

are my ears

Screaming like a banshee?

Seriously

the ringing

is so loud

my head feels

as if it were to explode.

Maybe,

Just maybe,

if I turned on

background noise

it wouldn't be

so bad.

Nope.

the Universe

grounded me

from the remote.

Seriously?

Okay, Fine.

I'll feed myself.

Twenty min and Done.

Still grounded.

Okay,

Now what?

Get up

search and find mission

for a pair

of reading glasses.

No.

Then I would be

Tempted to

work,

write,

Oh, who's kidding who?

The glasses

are for scrolling.

ELEVEN PERCENT?

I can't be seeing

that number right.

Glasses,

If I don't find them

I might be

self-sabotaging.

that stack of papers

beam brightly

on the desk

won't

take care of themselves.

No,

They must wait,

sleep is a must.

Brain fog.

No real brain activity.

Remote

stimulation needed.

Or is it withdrawal?

What is the real need

of the almighty

remote?