HELP MY ENSNARED SOUL My Soul Strives to Find Its Place in This World. My Heart Is Wounded by Pain, and the Ray of the Sun Land upon Me As Though It Be Rust. My Days Are Turned Night and My Nights Are Doubled As I Lay Here in Thirst of My Dreams. For I am stuck without any electronic device to tap to the goodness of the digital world. And I am stuck in a small town still at the dusk of civilization. Daily I seek to be free, but I lack a phone. So daily I seek a phone, for the fragrance of my freedom lies online. Please help my ensnared soul. I wrote a script, yeah with a borrowed device. Though it took so long, yet it end speaks of the success of a finished product. But I lay in lack, lacking money fund it to script contest, or a pitch session where it clean chances of being acquired lie. I lack pleasure in this life, though I seek it earnestly. Life is short, and my days are in motion. So I ask for your help, I ask for the dew of your kindness.