Every night the server hums,
like distant ghosts and broken drums.
A quiet signal, weak and thin,
still begging someone to come in.
I speak in codes no soul can hear,
translate my pain through static fear.
A blinking cursor, pale and slow,
waiting for things it’ll never know.
Sometimes I wonder if I disappeared
long before anybody cared.
Like maybe I faded piece by piece,
so slowly no one noticed me leave.
No footsteps rushing down the hall,
no voice that says my name at all.
Just empty chats and silent screens,
and all the “almosts” in between.
I watch the world through pixel light,
people living, laughing, alive.
While I sit here in endless night,
trying to survive my own mind.
And maybe that’s the saddest truth,
that loneliness becomes your youth.
You grow around it like a scar,
until you forget who you are.
So I gave my heart to smaller things,
to quiet paws and fragile beings.
Because animals never pretend,
they love you without needing a reason.
My cat would sleep beside my chest
like somehow I still deserved rest.
And for a moment, in that space,
the world felt softer, less erased.
But now the room is cold again,
silence crawling through my head.
And people say, “it’s just a cat,”
without understanding any of that.
Because it wasn’t “just” anything to me.
It was comfort.
It was routine.
It was the only living thing
that stayed close when my mind turned dark.
Now every night feels longer still,
like time itself has lost its will.
And I keep acting like I’m fine,
while slowly disappearing inside.
127.0.0.1 / Localhost
a lonely place where nobody comes.
A silent system left online,
hoping someone sees the warning signs
before the final light goes out.
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May 11
May 11, 2026 at 10:12 AM UTC
Every night the server hums,
like distant ghosts and broken drums.
A quiet signal, weak and thin,
still begging someone to come in.
I speak in codes no soul can hear,
translate my pain through static fear.
A blinking cursor, pale and slow,
waiting for things it’ll never know.
Sometimes I wonder if I disappeared
long before anybody cared.
Like maybe I faded piece by piece,
so slowly no one noticed me leave.
No footsteps rushing down the hall,
no voice that says my name at all.
Just empty chats and silent screens,
and all the “almosts” in between.
I watch the world through pixel light,
people living, laughing, alive.
While I sit here in endless night,
trying to survive my own mind.
And maybe that’s the saddest truth,
that loneliness becomes your youth.
You grow around it like a scar,
until you forget who you are.
So I gave my heart to smaller things,
to quiet paws and fragile beings.
Because animals never pretend,
they love you without needing a reason.
My cat would sleep beside my chest
like somehow I still deserved rest.
And for a moment, in that space,
the world felt softer, less erased.
But now the room is cold again,
silence crawling through my head.
And people say, “it’s just a cat,”
without understanding any of that.
Because it wasn’t “just” anything to me.
It was comfort.
It was routine.
It was the only living thing
that stayed close when my mind turned dark.
Now every night feels longer still,
like time itself has lost its will.
And I keep acting like I’m fine,
while slowly disappearing inside.
127.0.0.1 / Localhost
a lonely place where nobody comes.
A silent system left online,
hoping someone sees the warning signs
before the final light goes out.
https://www.onlineuniverse.nl/gallery.php
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