Back to life.

Somebody who finds their inner self, after being consumed by the television.

How great life can be when you are alive.
Feelings previously abandoned to my own demise,
I had become dead inside-
Which was reason enough to change the tide.

Now looking up at the skies,
I have lessoned my sighs
By waking, not from sleep,
But a mental shutdown.

I was bored of the compacent looks, frowns.
The television stole precious time,
Endless programmes tainted with blood, guts and grime
And all i saw was a waste,
It left my brain numbed
And i never thought for myself.

Insead, i walk the hills,
Feel the air in my lungs
And once again can breath.