The controller in my hand. The power of life and death In my fingers. An imaginary world: Somehow more brutal than this; Somehow more entrancing than this. Somehow, somehow. A minute gone, An hour, A day. A lifetime Wasted. Or enjoyed?
Virtual friends Living virtual lives. Scared to open the shutters, Scared of the sunlight. Smoke hangs in the air; A nourishing vapour. Until, (Despite best efforts) Reality becomes a backseat driver Lurking in the background Impossible to ignore.