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“Cellphones”
All my life I have been looking for my purpose to life, my reason to live.
I have only successfully found my own interests finally.
I have wrote many papers, many documents and many stories.
None were more outstanding than my wreck of a life.
You have to blame yourself when you want the pain to out strain while the emotions tear holes through fiery memories that accend deeply into my own thoughts carried out by my brain.
So many blinded by the light they hold close.
So many lost to the light they once produced.
So many tortured to the light they claim as salvation.
So many lost to the very instrument they have sworn wouldn't consume their very canvas.
As they stare into the abyss they only see the collection of others and not themselves.
To deep they sink into the Earth only to be a magnificent bird who flies when the tide grows to high.
So as they painted, they created their own demise.
Technology, once again.
The canvas is as blank as the painter.
-YaBoyDarrell
