the paintbrushes sit on my shelf,
their hair fries just watching me.
the yarn in my closet yearns to be untangled
but they’re stuck while i scroll.
the stacks and stacks of journals
will collect dust right under my nose.
i’d like to clean my room,
and i’d surely enjoy a walk right now,
but one more video can’t hurt, right?
id like to blame my phone because
i sometimes forget how easy it is to ...
