My Modern World

My thumbs jolt around the bright interactive screen, little letters appearing with each little poke, typing way faster than the speed of a bullet. Then the screen goes dark; i have finally awoke. The trance of advanced technology is too much; lives only exist on little screens nowadays. Twitter, Facebook, and many more distractions make our long work days quite shorter in a few ways. The tease of the modern phone is uncanny, hypnotizing its victims into a stupor. When one finally comes back to reality, the intensity of the world is quite super. The sun shines very bright and burns the blurry eyes, becoming scared and unaware of surroundings fear slightly common in those truly addicted. It feels weird now, as if you have grown horns and wings. Looking around cautiously many things are seen: a strange tall thing with green objects on the ends, a large object with others wandering inside, just a whole other world un-witnessed by my friends. Fear rises in me, but it has just been a minute. Feeling like an hour the phone still hasn't rung; did i text to someone something i shouldn't have? "The waiting is chaos in this world," my mind sung. Then the device rings aloud and relief sets in, calming my worried mind from the high it just reached. I peer at the small reply that took forever: "Hey" appears, my heart thumps like a darkness leached. My thumbs jolt around the screen as i quickly reply, little letters appearing with each little poke, typing way faster than the speed of a bullet. Then the screen goes dark; i have once again awoke.