i've thought of it. tried it once
deleted myself only to rebuild
me once again and again: it
would be nice: i may still even
try: the time allotted to facebook
gone, and its place the sky, this
abyss that holds my poems will
be the most missed: it reminds
me of my youth, my dream as it
grows: poem by lonely poem
writing is lonely enough to add
nonexistence and i wonder if i
could, i wonder if i could stop
trying to understand you, beloved, linux
next life do not help create this
abyss rather join me, and let us
sleep on the floor once again
do we really need the virtual when once we had the real
