When I behold you, I see the sun
You’re like the rays beating down on lapping water
Warming the surface and streaming through to caress the coldest depths of my sorrow
It may never be down here what it could up there, trapped within the forboding depths of my mind
But because I know you, I know warmth all the same…
In a world of endless information, we are part of the ever-expanding internet era. The soft glow of our phone’s light may caress our face as head meets pillow, but inevitably it keeps us up later at night when we find falling asleep nearly impossible. The snake and the tail, oxymoron becometh, it succeeds in perpetuating a cycle of worsening sleep habits that lead us to pull out the phone in bed. I’m guilty of it, so so guilty of it.