Here he comes again. He sits here for hours just plugging away at the keys. Typing and typing and typing. He is blind to the facts. He is making friends with people he will never know, while his friends in his life slowly slip away. Further than the ones currently offline. He listens to the comings and goings of his online life, drowning out the people around him. He is blind, but i can see, the life he is abandoning, instead to live though me.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 4:38 AM UTC
Here he comes again. He sits here for hours just plugging away at the keys. Typing and typing and typing. He is blind to the facts. He is making friends with people he will never know, while his friends in his life slowly slip away. Further than the ones currently offline. He listens to the comings and goings of his online life, drowning out the people around him. He is blind, but i can see, the life he is abandoning, instead to live though me.
