Many Friends

Friends. It was running wild, running through the house, unstoppable. Down the road it ran... filling cities and town with a quiet scream. What is happening, no one asked; people just stood there and questions were not answered. Rain was, a whisper on your umbrella, so what is new baby? How should I know... the new thing was the world had fallen silent, humanity had to listen to the world’s voice. It was then, a small nation, that doesn’t follow rules, decided to dropp a bomb, that stunned the globe into hush. Silence, silence do not open your mouth and express an opinion less a written word will appear on your screen...forever screaming noiselessly into your ear: you must not have a view contrary to the mainstream. And the big silence will overshadow our life and reduce it to baby picture on the facebook a place where you sold your soul in order to have 7234 friends.