I woke up this morning
With a lump in my throat
And a knot in my stomach
I'm feeling scared
I'm seeing shadows
Again
I'm wanting to let go and drown  
Life's going grey  
Looks like it's going to rain
Again
I'm letting myself down
Getting addicted to the pain
Again
I'm creeping back into the safe dark
Again
Burying myself in my own ashes
Again
Someone hurt me
Again
I hurt myself today
Again
What do you want me to say
In the end

- Charlie McMahon

I notice that the motions of my mind
are changed
by practices I engage in on my devices.
I observe alterations
in the fabric of my reward system, I feel
movement in reward pathways
that trace back to application content and

all the screen-time. I feel plastic, at a loss

for time, these patterns and tasks. One

could use the help, nevertheless on.