my chatroom (poem)
3:34 p.m. | Tuesday, Jan. 20, 2015

sitting in this place,
the same place i've sat in
so many times
a place full of people
i can turn on or off at will;
i've never put words to it,
or tried to explain it,
most people wouldn't understand.

this place,
it brings us all together
you from israel,
them from texas,
that one from the philippines,
the aussie, the brit,
the irish, scottish,
american, canadian,
my whole world expanded by
pixels on a screen.

hearing stories from real people
things i usually only read about
in books. now there are faces to
those stories, people behind the words,
it's you, and you, and you,
and you. it's me, if only
i would speak.

my online world.

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