For The Contest, "In The Cycle Of Existence" Sponsor, Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Inside a pocket, purse, or hand- our lifelines, charged we're set to go. The whole world's at our fingertips to take us anywhere we wish. Through texts and social media- we interact with friends or guests in every place around the world- but, never plainly, eye-to-eye- Only by word-to-word; the real togetherness- a world away. The sound of silence, ringing loud but for the tapping of the keys. Gods of technology spoiled us with new existence on lit screens, magnetically held steadfast by magic, we can't live, without. We wander in that world alone; though side-by-side-together at our parties, meetings- even worse- besides that special one, we love. Gods of technology trapped us within this sound of silence; held, locked up and mentally confined- behind our shiny, flat smartphones.
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