the little black box

It is a troublesome experience, being sucked down into the maelstrom. When the world shows its finest, when real life characters showed up next to me, I was pulled to the black device, living the mind numbing rush. How easy it is to become a slave of the habit. And it’s even easier to venture not further then the safe point, even within one man’s own devices. It’s time to break free, first to crash out of this cell, then to tear down the walls of this prison I have graduately build around me.  Through the bars I can already see great unknown, it is beckoning me...