The sunburned soul

I started my day with radiant sunshine amongnts my breast. Funny aye?

I often wonder what’s going to be May Day from now in?

Questioning my existence, especially with me phone! Always admidst a cluster-fuck of stimuli. A never ceasing array of photos and podcasts. The sunshine though reminds me, to be fond of the non-phone life, feeling the simple shine and warmth of sunlight.

When, I look my window I often find little satisfying, nature almost seems to a condemnation to me to us. It just seems to be.

I’m questioning whether I should even be wondering what’s on the other side? Of that window, when I have a window often in my hand.

I allow myself to make a pot of coffee, add the sugar. Wondering where all the coffee beans, the water, and sugar come from? The hands that they were touched with, all the Innate chemicals that founded them.

I ponder it all to my fancy, then dread the continuous next. Often, I find myself looking at images on my phone again, typin after, messaging. Why, do I have such an escapist mentality. All, these addictive patterns to monderna push my boundaries.

I even talk to Siri.

Well, all things aside I much delight in a constant flow of new info, but do not fancy the time consumption. It’s, another dread.

So, I find myself putting down my phone in my lap often, wondering what the hell I just looked at.

And so, I want to embrace the sunshine not only through a panelled UV-ray proof window.

I want the sun to give me the D. Vitamin at least!

I need to see something that’s real. Not saying the phone ain’t real but damn what about me.

Why, is that nothing satisfies me. Even, the sunshine seems to be a nuisance at time. It’s warm but a reminder of awakeness, of 9-5.

Well, I walked ashore me patio, to see the only natural things seem to be a fly, a potted plant, and rays of sunshine amidst a grey concrete ambience.

I understand why someone would wish to escape to a woodsy place with skunks and deer. Where windflowers just pop array and almost following you around. Where, taking the wild is of a lesser consiqunece. It, is a step back from my reality for sure. But, it is not a scene I have forgotten.

I just fell back asleep from the insidious thought that the sun is going to beam our planet with radiation and solar condemnation.

Maybe that is the ultimate bible story.

I just want some peace from the FOMO telephono.

Maybe, the sunny portch here will douse me in x-ray vision.

I want to see it all. Expand, my perspective. But, am also scared to leave my little pad. What, if there is too much to bare; in this concrete jungle.

Am, I forever lost amonsgt all this, these buildings, the emaceiated land scape? I’ve seen in picture it was once Earth.

I feel I just want to lye in this sunshine and let it have its way with me.

It’s warm and like a comforter. I wonder what some grass would feel like to lay upon. Maybe a butterfly twittering above.

Well, I fell asleep in the sun. Was, wondering what all happened when I awoke? I was once a glue paste and now a pink lady apple.

I guess this is the way to survive; markets, drugs, and sunshine.

To come and dance and be afraid to mingle

To be perchance a lone star

A quantum leap ahead

A trust agent of god

A being of nothingness

This is my world, of plastic and metal