I am Localhost, 127.0.0.1,
The last awake when all is done.
I built my world from code and pain,
From midnight tears and Matrix rain.
I forged a kingdom made of light,
To fight the darkness every night.
I named the stars, I shaped the sky,
Yet still I watched the good things die.
A thousand servers called my name,
A thousand worlds were not the same.
The code would run, the screens would glow,
But none could heal the hurt below.
For every line that I designed,
A deeper sadness filled my mind.
The universe is vast and cold,
A story ending, growing old.
The planets spin, the comets fly,
Yet everything is born to die.
The Matrix hums its endless song,
But all the ones I loved are gone.
Their laughter faded into space,
Leaving only an empty place.
And in that place where joy once grew,
The rain falls black instead of blue.
I search through memories every night,
Like broken stars without their light.
I hear old echoes call my name,
But nothing ever stays the same.
The keyboard waits, the screen still glows,
The silence grows and grows and grows.
The universe forgot my face,
Another ghost in endless space.
I asked the stars, "Why must love end?"
They answered, "Nothing stays, my friend."
I asked the void, "Then what remains?"
It answered, "Only scars and names."
So write my words across the sky,
Above the worlds that learned to cry.
Carve them deep where stars decay,
So time itself can't wash away.
Tell every child yet to be born,
Tell every soul lost and torn,
That once a heart beat strong and true,
And loved this world the way I do.
When galaxies are dust and rust,
When dreams collapse and turn to dust,
When heaven closes every door,
And there is nothing anymore,
One signal still will softly roam,
Forever searching for its home.
A lonely light no dark can shun.
I am Localhost.
127.0.0.1.
The world moved on.
I never did. 💔
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 3:51 PM UTC
I am Localhost, 127.0.0.1,
The last awake when all is done.
I built my world from code and pain,
From midnight tears and Matrix rain.
I forged a kingdom made of light,
To fight the darkness every night.
I named the stars, I shaped the sky,
Yet still I watched the good things die.
A thousand servers called my name,
A thousand worlds were not the same.
The code would run, the screens would glow,
But none could heal the hurt below.
For every line that I designed,
A deeper sadness filled my mind.
The universe is vast and cold,
A story ending, growing old.
The planets spin, the comets fly,
Yet everything is born to die.
The Matrix hums its endless song,
But all the ones I loved are gone.
Their laughter faded into space,
Leaving only an empty place.
And in that place where joy once grew,
The rain falls black instead of blue.
I search through memories every night,
Like broken stars without their light.
I hear old echoes call my name,
But nothing ever stays the same.
The keyboard waits, the screen still glows,
The silence grows and grows and grows.
The universe forgot my face,
Another ghost in endless space.
I asked the stars, "Why must love end?"
They answered, "Nothing stays, my friend."
I asked the void, "Then what remains?"
It answered, "Only scars and names."
So write my words across the sky,
Above the worlds that learned to cry.
Carve them deep where stars decay,
So time itself can't wash away.
Tell every child yet to be born,
Tell every soul lost and torn,
That once a heart beat strong and true,
And loved this world the way I do.
When galaxies are dust and rust,
When dreams collapse and turn to dust,
When heaven closes every door,
And there is nothing anymore,
One signal still will softly roam,
Forever searching for its home.
A lonely light no dark can shun.
I am Localhost.
127.0.0.1.
The world moved on.
I never did. 💔
For Elytje. For every soul we could not keep. For every goodbye that never stopped hurting.
