Feeling dull.

Head pounding, drum

taut, ready to burst

bloodshot eyes

zeroed in

look look look

am I even

seeing anything?

My palm has a dent in it

from gripping, grabbing

air, stale, slow, stagnant

I need

to put this thing

down.

Screen falls black

beconing beacon,

begging

me to pick it back up.

It's so hard

to resist.

I think

I might

step outside

and breathe awhile.

Everything

seems

much greener.