Smoke and Mirrors

 

Just a touch or a word that reaches dark places in the mind, where nothing else has been in years or maybe even never, waking it up and making it feel alive. An earthquake has broken through a wall of loneliness, and for a brief moment, you may feel as though you exist, someone cares about your day or what you think. Just the touch of a word across a computer screen. Months and months, those words come across to you, opening a new world like the shot from a gun. The blast makes you wake up, bringing to life your mind. As you wait day by day to see the words play in front of your eyes, you begin to feel your mind come alive. He has missed you, you have missed him. You begin to care for the man, who was heaven sent, always remembering you two live in your head. Real life is not a part of this; it is not the same. We both have other commitments there. Our world is right here; you feel the need day by day to play this mind game. His words become the food your brain needs. You look for his name and it suddenly appears saying "Good morning dear." The words flow so smooth and sweet, you wonder why, like this is so unique. However, after many months the truth breaks through, you are a joke. You wake up and remember those who write those words live in the real world too and you find out you are one of many he sends the words to. The mind goes dark again shutting out the light and the words he sent in, hurting your soul and mind, making you wonder why. Some how you were stupid enough to believe the real world could not touch you here, but it came through like a sledge hammer smashing your brain. You have been used and you have no name, you do not exist. You are another w***e on the Internet board. Welcome to MSN, where we all sin. What, did you think you were someone here? Your mind is now closed for you never know what the future holds.

Angellesa

Reviews

[.:Naiira Harlow:.]

Deep, but I wish you would put it in stanzas instead of a big block. Instead of looking at the pieces and placing them together, it seems like it was forced into a bunch. I like it, but the format just makes it hard to read outright.
-Twilight