Today, I look at this strange box full of
wires and switches, could it be? Is there love?
The wires hum when I turn this box on. Beep
says the box when it wakes from another sleep.
Another day, more hours wasted, alone. Places to
go, people to see, mail to write. I do
what I can, keeping myself from boredom.
The phone rings, wrong number. I gave them some
of my mind. Calm down. Don't go nuts. Something will
happen, soon I hope. Soon. I can't sit still.
I call my friend. I ask what he is doing.
All he can say is a big fat nothing.
My spirits start to drag as I need a pop.
I get in the car and try the Pop Shoppe.
"Pepsi!" I yell and like usual a tall
one for me. As I drive back, the snow falls.
It becomes night soon and the strange box know
only the best can happen. As it snows
during the late hours of the evening, I
find the strange box and it leads me to find
something. Something new and intriguingly
sweet. Somewhere, someone is innocently
sitting down to another world of bytes and
wires. The girl only sees worlds, and many lands
of words. These words have meaning. Maybe just
to her, but it involves I. My name, just
a few insignificant letters to
me, but someone who is always there to
talk and listen to her. We have connected
before, and with our new thoughts collected,
we sit and chat about what we want out
of life, love, and freedom. Anything about
ourselves is fair game we said. Minutes, hours,
years go by. We've become so close. Flowers
bloom and become beautiful over time. As you
grow, as we grow, our bond has become true.
It was word and thoughts carefully chosen.
Could we ever? DCC Session is closed.
The strange box, it knows it has done its job
As I turn it off, I hear a small sob.
wires and switches, could it be? Is there love?
The wires hum when I turn this box on. Beep
says the box when it wakes from another sleep.
Another day, more hours wasted, alone. Places to
go, people to see, mail to write. I do
what I can, keeping myself from boredom.
The phone rings, wrong number. I gave them some
of my mind. Calm down. Don't go nuts. Something will
happen, soon I hope. Soon. I can't sit still.
I call my friend. I ask what he is doing.
All he can say is a big fat nothing.
My spirits start to drag as I need a pop.
I get in the car and try the Pop Shoppe.
"Pepsi!" I yell and like usual a tall
one for me. As I drive back, the snow falls.
It becomes night soon and the strange box know
only the best can happen. As it snows
during the late hours of the evening, I
find the strange box and it leads me to find
something. Something new and intriguingly
sweet. Somewhere, someone is innocently
sitting down to another world of bytes and
wires. The girl only sees worlds, and many lands
of words. These words have meaning. Maybe just
to her, but it involves I. My name, just
a few insignificant letters to
me, but someone who is always there to
talk and listen to her. We have connected
before, and with our new thoughts collected,
we sit and chat about what we want out
of life, love, and freedom. Anything about
ourselves is fair game we said. Minutes, hours,
years go by. We've become so close. Flowers
bloom and become beautiful over time. As you
grow, as we grow, our bond has become true.
It was word and thoughts carefully chosen.
Could we ever? DCC Session is closed.
The strange box, it knows it has done its job
As I turn it off, I hear a small sob.
Comments