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Disconnected

Disconnected

We, our generation, the millennials, our emotions to which escape us, we cannot comprehend but simple suppress, oppress even that in which we feel. We think by literal word and our real connection stolen from us by this virtual entity, loosing site of reaction to that which we feel, loosing touch of reality. Close your eyes and interpret what you will in apathetic voice from the spoken words a conversation, can you perceive and eventually receive conversation correctly, can you convert and with it flirt with someone elses perception of clarity, you loose sight of the very meaning of conversation.Β 

Disconnected are we from ourselves, translating feelings to words, each individual emotion categorized within boundaries, less and less we come to understand the very foundation of our inner beings, we become a clone of society, a shell of our ancestry, our future demons, nevermore blind are we when beneath the sun and when the sun dies do we wake, is humanity due to continue down this road, do we see into darkness or relish ourselves for whats at stake as we go on we continue, continue to give and take but how much can we take if.......

If we even know how to take at all?Β 

When I'm old and gray and my time has arrived, no longer deprived because what I speak of no longer exists, we will loose our unique creativity, our annotations of beauty, our liberal freedom fighters, our intimate touch, diminished of purpose and the need to elevate our human spirit.Β 

We loose ourselves and the instinctive birth right to feel, the understanding to connect, emotions don't have boundaries nor can word explain, its our actions and reactions that are the basis, the key to clarity, we loose touch on reality and slip into virtuality,Β 

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