CharisA
The hair between my thumb and forefinger as I rub it back and forth. Back and forth. Mind fading as if hypnotized my a metronome. Lost in an existence where time does not exist and things move on without me.
Friends. Mindless entertainment. Becoming one with the couch, falling into a world where reality does not exist. A dream. Falsity. Not for people in the real world. Not for me.