He hung, wide eyed starry dynamo out the window of the car staring off into the deep dark sky riddled with little specks of diamond glinting in the moon smile waiting for the day when he would be free again master of all that he touched turning GOLD everything he reached for but his own life it was his curse to never enjoy for himself, but only that for others. Eagles soar in the clouds, but they are hidden in silver streaks everything mighty is hidden by the backdrops of our own mind silhouettes of eagle cast upon the ground cutouts from childhood memories activities from gradeschool, making your own outline, bleeding chalkboard outlines of lives lost. Try so hard not to cry at the loss of childhood on the reunion of his death, struck by the car that you were flying. Remembering it all the grip of leather in your fingers coffin hands clinging to daisies the air, warm and st...
A look into how technology affects our lives from a philosophical, social, and fictional perspective.