You don’t eat or sleep or defecate here.
Or do you do that with this in your lap?
I love you guys, but I need real people.
Sit in the dark and quiet and listen.
Don’t be afraid of being alone or
You you will surely attract the monsters.
Trust me. I know.
The silence is a killer and a lie.
Don’t wonder why people marry and breed.
It’s for noise and good things to fill the mind.
Laughter and joy.
My writing fails because I do not speak.
My writing fails because I do not hear.
My writing fails because I am not real.
Don’t excuse me!
My illness is manageable. I move.
My age has nothing to do with living.
I survived for sixty years on daydreams.
I get it now.
This is the dream machine, where all is true.
For free, with no obligations or dirt.
Providing you never meet in real life.
Which breaks the rules.
Because real life shows that you were wrong.
The computer says all and nothing at all.
No scent, no touch, no muss, no fuss, no life.
Screw chat rooms, comments, and telephone sex.
You cannot love someone you never met.
It’s time to hit the bricks and smell the air.
Eye to eye.
Voice to voice.
Hand in hand.