Busy losing connection to yourself, the mind in stasis.
Flooding the self with moments that don’t stick.
Busy, the body occupied in praise without pride.
Leaves you stumbling in the medley of your anxiety.

When did you last pause, and be.
Longing for a digital coma that brings back life
you thought you’d never again see.
A quiet that’s been missing for what feels like eternity.

Relish your absence from others,
Remember and regain your sanity.
Absorb the time, collect it in abundance.
Drab at the moment, but not all is vanity.

– Ted