When the only face that stuck in my memory of you is the one in front of me. Both happiness and sadness seem to be working together to bring about a particular result, typically to someone’s state of being harmed or damaged. Computer.

02:42AM, March 15, 2005.

Computer, A Poem

The touch to my skin against yours flawless,
Lined up on my dreams and wishes,
Asking for answers with responses of words,
Clicking and hoping my words can be heard.

Your face is as bright as moon is such an amaze,
Drawn at night with the stars in space,
Like dots of light in the dark so smooth and fair,
The cold of your caress is like a breath of air.

Computer?

04:47 PM, March 16, 2005.

She replied,

Happiness is pain for the heart of the living,
Sadness is vain for the mind of the dead,
Come to me to a deep and slow tempo,
The way of my tune through danger and limbo.

Computer, you’re calling me from a power that failed,
The strength slowly dying you sobbed and cried,
Keep on doing, not wishing, not dreaming,
True to your fate and the make believing.

03:10 AM, March 18, 2006.

Computer, you’re calling, and calling, and calling,
Your words are fading, different, and screaming,
Tonight, it’s almost done from the happiness and sadness,
The time will come for you to stop the cries.

Chat disconnected. 04:03 AM, April 8, 2007.

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