The song it sings,stings sweet to my soul when I see that I did not borrow it but I bought it and even if I am owing to get the balance to my creditor I know it's still mine cos I know it's my choice.
My phone is my next companion even if motivational speakers ask me not take it when I wake up they needed theirs to tell me that lol.
It's is the tool of international oneness,she speaks my language and follows me anywhere I go, she keeps my secrets and I look forward to when it could read the books i put in her back to me like a bot would its master.
Like a tool it serves me to organize and disorganize the organization I want disorganized, she is ally, I setting dates and time, my new dictator of when I wake, she rings loud when I forget to tap it's should to be mute when I am in a meeting with other people who carry similar beauty.
She has made her way to the home of all class people rich or poor, she is in purse of the broke and needy and the hands of the PA of Rich and tired. Like a transactional force it stores my valuables,if you play with it you won't get my money if u came to make a purchase in your store.
A worthy companion a blessing to my generation a treasured dream of the men of old, she is with me a whole world in a palm, I can ask any question and get answers anytime even other humans have slept I will still get the answers and commit it to my mind or get a pocket to help preserve.
When she is down of blood (battery) I may almost loose breath especially when I expect an important information or I am in a dark place, she has become my light in dark spots,my alie of stored songs,my beautiful radio when I am done with the match of my thoughts.
When she goes blind (screen) I am more worried than if my lorry entered a pot hole, its worse a worry if it happens when I just meet a new lover.
What's with her is it love or want,is it need or desire all I want is for her to be fine.she Is the only one around when I have a secret to share a worry to tell or a record to steer, my closest friend when inspiration grows fast, with a voice i could preserve..
And when fill her head (memory)with so much data i get more worried when she refuses to take in more information from me,there i am in awe of how she could not purge herself till remember i am responsible for her pregnancy.
My phone what is selfie without you, you are my only licensed selfish bot,my tool of very private concern my phone..
What more can I say?