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internet is a loneliness supporting widgetbreeding ground for assumed identities andidentical assumptions of like minded peoplesome of whom don’t existproffering illusion of variety of real and virtual friendswho virtually don’t give a shit but within all thatthe gain of some vague sense of togetherness sticks the knife into your mind slowly carving out shadows of faith thatsomeone out there caressomeone out there relatessomeone out there connectseven if he/she does not existwe fight our virtual midnight warsvirtually kiss each other with the winter lipsticks of frost blinding the real thoughtsfreezing the real virtues to frigid virtualityand post grey responses to read messagesflag the emotionstrash the feelingsbetween us things changeyet one on one they stewboilsimmerbubbling remains of red hot emotionsripe like the moon hanging above the labyrinth of rooftopsvirtually realand untouchablecracking the shell of lifereality leaks out like an egg whitetransparentcrystalline clearurgently perspicuously loving or hatingor bothwith an eyelet of the beginning of something newwhich may never growinternet remains behindsitting in the half shell cracklethick and yellowblunt like the pain and doubtsin solitary isolationall that’s left is yesterday and the budding hope that miracles of everyday life will erase the emotional distancethat matters more than the sizecan one feel betrayed by a virtual friend?instant ‘vriends’instant messaginginstant soupsinstant hot waterinstant chessinstant insurance cover for emotional scars is a welcomedoormat of days to comedays bygoneinstant chase of instanceimmediacydecrypt the globalised voyeurism of browsers’ imperative instantaneousnessdecrypt medecrypt youvirtually yours, (c) Virtually Yours, , I'm feeling cybersexy, Matya Dio, All rights reserved