Solid From Black

The sounds of birds can be overwhelming to the feet of freedom. Calling to the soul of a better man, we cannot be earlier then the rest. We will all die in the grasp of sadness while reaching to wipe away our sins.

These words are spelled out in front of me while running on this god damn wheel. The days bleed into each other and my brain becomes more and more conditioned to believe there is now way off. The company owns me, owns us. In 2027 the world is the same as it has been my entire life. People trying to get by working 8 to 10 hours a day. Of course now we don't go to jobs they are with us all the time. Early in the 21st century phones became the way people not only communicated with each other but a way of life for society. Always in the hand and more important then actual contact the world would become closer and yet walking into the abyss alone. Every quip posted and liked made the feeling of contact less and less.