You caved, plummeted far too deep below, vanishing in the welcoming and ever so faithful glow of your handheld technological prison. A testament to the level of incomprehension that fogs your awareness.
You simply could not differentiate between the sleep which you inhabit and the reality that is as plain to see as the nature of your needs.
Day after day you watch your life, blindly comforted inside a shell just like any other- void of love and yet closely resembling what you remember home to be.
But through your device the world is truly yours.
Calling upon strangers as you strategically berat those who seek guidance from their injustices.
Your silence, it all but screams of your love affairs with heavy handed and narrow-minded masters that grow stronger while you both hold hands walking through what remnants litter this nightmare. You detached yourself from yourself, from the only life you had, from your very own imprint. And so, what's left? Grimly echoes, tiny shards of broken heart, poison fills the gap of your chalice, crafted from several...