without me, the piercings we gave each other and the frail chain between all the links (www....)
showing strain, we have not travelled the world together, or entwined, but why is it you fill my mind
sad things are, we may get to know each other, but we might never meet, if bytes of information travelling at light speed, are all we have, take a seat, FREEdom of speech includes the internet, somebody ewants to echarge me by the ebyte, thinking they own it cuz they never owned up to the world of hurt they caused,
they don't own the internet, so if they love it and let it live free....
me like a dog chained to a six foot post in some forgotten back yard, overgrown weeds, Glory, you walking by looking over the fence, knowing I didn't get to choose my owner, chalk it up to these paws always being muddy and ugly like toes...