Sometimes when I press my fingers softly against the keys
And shut my eyes tight against all the subtleties,
I feel your warmth, your gentle hold,
Rise up strong, rise up bold,
I feel your presence by my side,
Dream-like romance intensified.
The screen becomes a portal that connects me and you,
Our method of communication, our way to pass through,
The words I read, the words I hear, they echo in my ear,
They allow me to fantasize that you’re standing by near.
But the dream passes on by fastest than I will,
No pause button in sight, no way to stay still.
Between your brbs and ttyls, the loneliness returns,
This cybernetic addiction increasingly burns.
This is another reality I have chosen to accept,
It means more to me than all the secrets I have kept.
It is in this world that I’ve found myself a home,
An everlasting community within these walls of chrome.