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behind my screen

The universe behind my screen is scary
Full of yelling, screaming tortured pain,
horrid words typed all in caps
My language maltreated
Circumcised words spliced Frankenstein style with numbers
Videos and sound, vulgar and violent even if not pornographic

The universe behind my screen is hateful
Friends tear each other apart like loaves and fish and hearts
Two many buses to throw each other under
Secrets kept like money at a strip club
Trust is a like a good vibrator, a priceless commodity that should only be shared with myself
Why is anger given so freely when love is never wasted

The universe behind my screen is blinding
As I look away for a moment I see the things I have been missing
I have missed the leaves falling from trees
I have missed time or misplaced it
I have missed the signs the IRL universe held up for me to see clear as day
And I may have missed some sleep here and there

The universe behind my screen is something
Really, really something…
It is something to escape in to
It is a place to go where everybody and nobody knows my name
It is somewhere to go when I feel like I do not belong anywhere else
It is a place I go to see my dear friends
It is the place I go to be inspired and inspire and admire and aspire
And create and love
And live and breathe
And exist and share
And hide and heal

The universe behind my screen is infinite, frightening, ever changing, breathtaking


22 thoughts on “behind my screen”

  1. This can be a lifeline sometimes, and a ball and chain sometimes, but at the end of the day, we all lose the dead weight and keep the cool people.

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