a poem of sorts written in realtime in a chatroom |
an experiment in chat (I was sitting in chat all by myself and thought of the time differences between the scattered members of .... and I thought how difficult it must be to love someone on the other side of the world, how difficult to co-ordinate the speaking of words of love, the not knowing what is transpiring over there, can she talk, is she busy, that type of thing. So I wrote something for all those who suffer from this condition - I hope you find a solution. Regards, ghost) System Msg: ghost has joined Lobby on Sat Nov 26, 2005 6:53 pm ghost [6:53pm]: on a lonely weekend afternoon ghost [6:53pm]: she waits ghost [6:54pm]: she thinks ghost [6:55pm]: the time must come soon ghost [6:55pm]: . ghost [6:55pm]: the screen stays blank ghost [6:56pm]: she sits ghost [6:56pm]: she stares ghost [6:57pm]: damn ghost [6:58pm]: the screen stays blank forever ghost [6:58pm]: she sits ghost [6:58pm]: she stares ghost [6:59pm]: there is no lover ghost [6:59pm]: . ghost [6:59pm]: an endless flow of minutes ghost [7:00pm]: she wants ghost [7:00pm]: she longs ghost [7:00pm]: damn ghost [7:00pm]: . ghost [7:01pm]: the endless flow of minutes ticking ghost [7:01pm]: she dreams ghost [7:01pm]: she dies ghost [7:05pm]: and ends it now by clicking System Msg: ghost has left Lobby on Sat Nov 26, 2005 7:06 pm |