behind a computer screen
like a blind man fumbling around
aimlessly reaching out for something
someone
somewhere.
where you base your opinion
or your feelings
off a couple short blurbs
and a small, blurry picture
hoping that somehow
lightning could strike twice
but the empty communication
only leaves you wanting more
your stomach aching with the knowing feeling
that even in your made up world
you don't fit
that even your imaginary self
doesn't fit inside the skin it was given
its hard to imagine how we can continue
down this dark and desperate path
like a blind man fumbling around
aimlessly reaching out for something
someone
somewhere
when we know in all probability
it will lead to more missed encounters
of somethings slipping through our fingers
and someones turning into no ones
and somewheres changing into nowheres.
