Distraction : -Dema ------------- The old man sits in front of his TV. Ignoring gaps in his memory. The young girl still scrolling on her phone, pretends she doesn't feel so alone. The blind boy listens to his CD. Tries to forget that he could see. He can still remember the shine of unshed tears in her crystalline eyes. Hello, d i s t r a c t i o n . Care to spare a few fractions? These days I'm so out of it. Too busy chasing d i s t r a c t i o n. The old man sits in front of his TV. Mind asking for attention imploringly. The young girl plays the violin. Wonders when she let the violence in. She claims that it's just how it happened. The blind boy listens to the breeze. Finds d i s t r a c t i o n keeps him at ease. If you're any like him, I dare say you're like me. You've forgotten the look of sunlight through the leaves. d i s t r a c t i o n . -12:30
Written by Dema. Lies over honesty. Sound over silence. Distraction over reality. Prove me wrong. ( also I just remembered there's a song called distractions by dillon chase) Comments and suggestions appreciated.
