Thrill. Anonymity. Internet.
It's a bit like a runner's high.. I wrap myself up in a disguise and am set free..
running off into the wind!
My argument is sound. My voice is steady.
And I feel excitement.
Then I grow bored.
I lose my interest.
I move on.
And I realize something,
it only temporarily alleviated this empty hollow within
for when the rush is gone..
and I'm left back at square one..
I realize its just me here.
Alone in a room with a computer screen.
and the shouting matches are mere echoes
and the tv is turned off, the after image of the family crying
is burned into my brain
and I am sitting here with the ticking clock
realizing that there is nothing
and no-one to ever pull me out
of my own misery
so I sit with it
until it goes
and I sign