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I Hide
written by Lothiriel
07:44 PM 12/16/04
I sit behind this scarcely out of date computer
Wake up to the same noise every morning
Situations never change or falter
I lack the comprehension of my faults
Is it my fault or yours that I'm hiding
How can I spell it out to you, on this machine
that it's killing me
technology know no personality, no compassion nor love
Yet I give everything to you openly, without question
Here, typing into a screen
A field of emotions, feelings that spontaneously bloom
in regions of my heart that feels for you
I think about you all the time
I write about you all the time
No one knows my name but you and I
here in our cybernetic world that we have created
I wake up and look to my computer, shutter crankily that it's not you
for how can you love a screen of words
And how can you kiss a screen of unemotion

I often think of what it would be like
to sit next to you in front of this computer
still I would be hiding, no one knows my name
but you and I
And I think of what it would be like
if you and I made these words we type a reality
How our lives would form to fit a lifestyle
that only we have generated through words
If I were sitting next to you, in front of your computer
I would still be hiding
How would I fit into your world where no one knows my name


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