An inactive existence

Oh great page of black, what purpose does thou serve? Does thou show the emptiness in mine life with the great wall of black in hopes to cover mine eyes in a shadowless figure once thought to be myself? No, thou hast some vain purpose, to which remains unknown for the current of my life. One day mind you, one day I will come and I will discover thou purpose and I will hold thee in my right arm as I cradled my water which quenched thy thirst in my most trying hour of living. Hear me great blackness which some may discern as an abode for my soul, you have been warned. Let this warning ring forth throughout all reaches of earth, space, time, atoms, neurons and protons.

Sleep now young one, let this ceasing salvation you inhabit recover your salubrity.