STRAW OF FAITH

 I wanted to escape the digital love; things that were not real enough; and long queues; and the sight of a dirty room after a long day; and the longing for someone you loathe; and the sight of my fallen hair; and the match where my team loses; and me not getting the sweater I wanted from the thrift store.

Repulsive. 

Stagnant. 

Real.

But where do we draw a line?