i need to write an essay tonight, yet all i can bring myself to do is write blogs.
these stupid shouts into the echochamber of the internet. i am writing to no one.
that means you.
you, reading this, to me you are no one, just as i am no one to you. disappeared from your thoughts the moment you hit that red 'x' up in the corner. go ahead, leave a comment, prove to me that you are real.
i don't believe you,
how could i? you are no more than a combination of words and pictures on a screen. i will never hear the sound of your voice, our eyes will never meet, i will never know you.
that's why i feel so safe here.
you don't like me? that's fine you're not real
or worse, you do like me? you're gone in a click.
here, my problems can be reduced to just these blogs, the pressure of the essay i so desperately need to write dissipates into cyberspace and just like everything else that exists here, it isn't real.
thank you for the words i know you must write, "keep on keeping on" "it's okay you'll get through it" i'm sure they're meant to mean something. i just wish i could feel it.
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