CAMELOT FANTASIES

In the quiet the noise is deafening
You can hear a pin drop across the room
Yet an echo is playing a different drum in your head
It’s a different kind of awakening
Where baseless noise surrounds us continually
Whilst carrying our smart phone from room to room
Blue light trauma is now a thing
Shutting down all devices
Should be a thing
Attached to them like an appendage
Extension of our bodies
Lost without them
Anxiety arises as we go into a panic attack
Retracing all footsteps
This way or that
Front and back
Eradicating the deafening quiet
With the thunderous beat of your heart
As your mind is racing

~Divine