A world between Internet and reality
We come home, loosen our shackles.
We undo ourselves, of our earthly possessions.
We feel at our best in the nude.
When we warm ourselves in nothing but our own bodies.
crawled behind the screen that is a door, to a highway of information.
we scribble each our own words, in a language that we are proud of.
cry out through a portal, to contact other lost souls.
that is how we found each other.
as we lay under this warm blanket in my room.
we look back at the short period we that we've known each other.
wishing it was longer.
But as we grow tired of our siblings and our old friends, as we outgrow our youth.
We become adults.
We turn off the portal, to this information age.
As We are between the two of us, just fine by ourselves.
Won't you spend another night? I whisper.
As we lay there together, confessing our old sins, lighting another cigarette.
Let's do this again some time!
I promise, it will be grander then before.
As much joy as you have already given.
I'll have a long time to repay.
Let me buy you earthly possessions, to which we shackle ourselves.
As long as we stay together I will protect you from the shackles of the rest of this decaying
world, that is living in the information age.
Why can't more people just find each other?
Find what they were looking for?
Like when you found me?
(A real personal confession, of my newfound love. I don't want to hear your harsh critiques, but don't be shy to post them anyway if you find a line that bothers you.)