Siamese Phone

Everywhere I go, you come with me. Attached to my face like a character from Harry Potter, stealing my life force. Bloodsucker, mind fucker, traipsing through my mentalverse with unclear intentions. I solicit and enable your behaviour, and you devour the value of my time without hesitation.

I carry you in my pocket like I'm entering the wilderness with a tool to rely on for my survival. But what warmth and shelter do you give me? The judgement of others will not sustain me. Instead, you gnaw at my armour with relentless vigour leaving me exposed to the elements to shiver.

Without surgical intervention, I wonder if I could muster the tools to survive in the wild that we claim to have tamed, but is it, not us who have lost our way? You pixilated the forest in which I wander. Forever seeking the evergreen from which I came.

You are the tail that has no purpose. Once lost to evolution voluntarily reattached, but I no longer hang from trees but swing from digital dreams. I long to be cast beneath the swaying shadows of a living canopy that nurtures and protects me. But I'm currently lost in the night, following blindly in the illumination of your screen, showing me stars that don't exist.

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What's your relationship with your phone like? Can you relate to the words above?

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