The light that glows upon my face keeps me warm

Each day I am reminded of the fraying fraying fabric

Instead, I let the glare illuminate my face for hours

Instead, I let it captivate me; it is my best friend

Instead, I shun the obvious

Until the obvious is indistinguishable

It is an addiction

One I may never conquer

I believe that it has become so ingrained

That the light has become apart of myself.

American Daydream