I called myself Localhost 127.0.0.1, because every road I take just leads back to the same night.
I built a world from broken things. I turned my quiet pain into songs no one asked for. A website full of poems nobody reads. A heart still bleeding through a screen that never looks back.
Maybe it means nothing. Maybe it's just another lonely song. But if you listen close enough, you can still hear where I went wrong. Right there. Right at the beginning. When I still believed someone would stay.
This bitter earth. What kind of fruit does it grow? What good is love if no one shares it? If your warmth is just a memory I hold alone in the dark?
And if my life is only dust that hides the glow of a rose. What good am I? Tell me. Heaven only knows. And heaven isn't answering.
I reach out. No reply. Just the sound of my own voice coming back to me from a room that forgot I exist. I wrote your name into every part of me. Then I watched you leave. Slowly. Like a signal fading. Like a page that says 404. Like a door that was never really mine to open.
This bitter earth. Is it always this cold? Today you're young. But too soon you're old. Too soon you're the one crying alone at 3 a.m. Too soon you're the ghost in your own life.
I wrapped your silence in everything I had. Still. A voice inside me cries out. Raw. Ugly. Unforgivable. And I'm sure. I'm so sure. Someone somewhere must hear me.
But no one comes.
Even ghosts still wait for answers. Even the broken still whisper their prayers. I close my eyes. The whole world goes quiet. I keep sending out love that never arrives.
So no. This isn't just another lonely song. This is what it sounds like when a person learns to cry so quietly that even their own heart stops listening. This is the bitter earth. This is the long. The lonely. The light that never was.
But somewhere. Under all that dust. A voice refuses to fall. Not because it's strong. Because it's too tired to pretend anymore.
Maybe this bitter earth isn't bitter after all. Maybe it's just tired. Like me.
I am Localhost 127.0.0.1
Always alone.
Always home
Now please. Go listen to the song again.
And if you feel anything at all. Tell me.
Even ghosts still wait for answers.
Lyrics
This bitter earth
Well, what a fruit it bears
What good is love
Mmh, that no one shares?
And if my life is like the dust
Ooh, that hides the glow of a rose
What good am I?
Heaven only knows
Oh, this bitter earth
Yes, can it be so cold?
Today you're young
Too soon you're old
But while a voice
Within me cries
I'm sure someone
May answer my call
And this bitter earth, ooh
May not, oh be so bitter after all