IncommunicadoA Poem by Simply_Stylish...the frustration of being out of touch.
Tell me I'm not dead,
And I'll prove to you that, now, I'm just a pack of lead. Do you think I'm still living? When in fact all I do is exist by breathing. The life in me died sometimes ago, When I couldn't get new info on how to build a lego. I breathe but live not, For my whole being seem to account for naught. I've occupied a space all this while, But at the same time, my existence has been a lie. One of the few thing still 'human' in me is that I crave for data, Information on happenings in the world, including the activities of lava. © 2012 Simply_StylishFeatured Review
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