Unusual Girl (i'm the girl you'll never be )

Among the vast percentage of the social networks in our lives accordingly in our life styles our taste of music our choices and how it determines our relationships in the new artificial world that we are exceedingly included in, we can allege that due to thus tools of communication we have certainly lost our life control . Facebook as the famous one brings a new culture a new concept, a new rule that we are free to subscribe to it, but obliged to be led and to be under its regulations. No one can hide the truth that we are slaves to our phones, PC, our little flat screens of smartphones iPad... etc. and all this just to be up to date of all the new Facebook status, new feeds, and Messages.We are definitely colonized by such product,And surely instead of being consumers, thus product consumes us,It eats up our lives, our time, our opinions, our health, our normal and genuine relationships. I hate that, even if I know that I'm included in, I hate those superficial relationships ...

I have been always that black butterfly, darkness doesn't mean that we are unknown or abstract or even evil because blackness isn't a color, blackness is an attitude a style of living blackness is the power Blackness is the night and who hate the nighttime, the moon, and the genii? Blackness is our shadow, and who hate his own tail? The blackness is the future and its abstraction, and who is not curious about the hereafter? Darkness is our souls, our inside blackness is everything that we hide to demonstrate Blackness is the life and the death and who can escape from it.

What if you want to write something to convey yourself to afford the freedom to your opinions to make your name shine at the terminal of your row and you can't find your pen? What if your pen hates what you wrote? What if the words get escaped from your papers? What if your mind which used to be creative get shocked and hardly making up on imagining and guessing? What if your hand and your fingers stand against you and they easily refuse to run and tie what your brain tells you? All I want Is life and hope, but I begin to realize that destruction and depression love me more than what I anticipate.