Cellphone

My worst nightmare is in y hand. It is call a cellphone. My own. Symbolism of my loneliness and my messed up acts. It keeps a trail of everything. Calls, texts, photos, mistakes... And it's chaining me . My freedom dies because of it. I can't escape the world with the fuckingconnection to others that this phone is. It's madding fun of me. And if I turn it off, it's worse. Because I can't know what's happening over there, I truly can"t control. Because I could miss something important too, even something which could allow me to catch up with the ones I unintentionaly hurt or scared or peace off or disappointed or whatever. My phones reminds me all of my mistakes. It's a reminder that I'm fucked. And I hate it. I can't understand how dependent we are of this technology. It's insane. We like phones, we love them, we need them ! We put our lives in it. We're so freakin' lost without them. That's scary. How did we end up like that ?  ©