Mobile phones is just the most stupid thing ever invented. I just HATE THEM! -Honestly!... I'm sorry to express it, it's not something I do easily, particularly not in these times when mobile phones is the modern new religion of today... You cant avoid them, you see them everywhere and if you close your eyes you'll hear them. People have no respect of social environments, no respect to space and time; they stress trough their life and dont give a fuck!... Nothing really have a point, a deeper meaning. The conversations of tomorrow will be the same as those of today. I dont want to be a part of the lives of people that live on the run from themselves, they always call you from the street with noisy cars, or from restaurants with noisy people in the background... They never really talk to you, or with you; you end up talking to yourself... I HATE THOSE PEOPLE, I hate them all, they dont know me, they dont want to know me. They just click a button to turn you on and they say the same thing over and over again... I dont want to be a part of their lives, our mobile relationships means nothing to me... Know this!...
...But is there something wrong with me?... Can you tell me?...Anyone?... Do I belong here at all?... I'm still alone in the end, as always... I guess it's not really the mobile phones... my problem is; I never run from myself, I cant do it, I sit here and watch them run and run and run from everything... I sit here and I know things... other people dont understand... I cant run from it... I've learned; you cant really run, only avoid what you are running from... I wonder if they will ever really stop and talk to me one day... They call me all the time, but they are so far away... An empty black void of nothing surround me, as I hear the whisper and the beep in the distance;
-"I dont have anymore time left on my phone, I'm going to beep out any moment" they say.
And in one second I feel the black void tells me to understand where they are coming from, we judge for a reason, we are on our run for others... and in that second I feel them shiver, like brown fall leaves in the wind;
-"We'll never go back to where we came from, we're on our way to become dust in the wind, the next time you'll hear from us, we're a little bit further away from our nature" the leaves says.
And right then, I think I understand and in an egoistic way, forgive them for their distance, cause I love these green summer trees when they bloom, they dont speak to me, they touch me, they are always there, proud and silent, yet they scream and yell trough me... In the end I'll remember them as they where... -friends from the past... like I remember the green wild orchestras in the spring;
-"Nothing could tame us" they said. -"Not even fancy roller coasters, or a crazy wind of change to carry us miles away... nothing"... -"And you know sometimes we became one, without any words spoken"...
