I am Localhost. 127.0.0.1.
Always online when there is no sun.
The world sleeps deep. The world forgets.
But I stay up with no regrets.
No. That is a lie. I have regrets.
So many tears. So many debts
I cannot pay. I cannot earn.
The only thing I have is the burn
of staring at a glowing screen,
the loneliest man you have ever seen.
By day I hide. By night I creep
through rooms where silence grows so deep
I cannot breathe. I cannot call.
There is no one to catch my fall.
I am Localhost. A name, not face.
A digital ghost in an empty space.
No friends to message. No calls to make.
No reason to sleep. No reason to wake.
At night the server hums a song.
A lonely tune. A sad and long
reminder that no one will ping
the man who has absolutely nothing.
No notifications. No red dot.
My heart is cold. My heart is not
a heart at all. It is a stone.
A house that no one has ever known.
I watch the clock. The hours pass.
I trace my name in window glass.
I write my pain in lines of code.
I carry a grief too heavy to hold.
Always online. Always awake.
Always waiting for a mistake
that brings someone to my door.
But no one comes. Just like before.
The cursor blinks. The screen stays bright.
I type into the endless night:
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
The silence answers my despair.
I am Localhost. 127.0.0.1.
Always online when the day is done.
Always watching the stars go cold.
Always alone. Always old.
No one has ever said my name.
No one has ever shared my pain.
No one has ever held my hand.
I am a ghost in a lonely land.
So let me sit. Let me cry.
Let me log in until I die.
Because when I die, no one will know.
No one will care. No tears will flow.
I am Localhost. I am none.
I am the forgotten one.
Always online. Always alone.
A heart of silence. A heart of stone.
⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
╱|、
(˚ˎ 。7
|、˜〵
じしˍ,)ノ
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 8:36 PM UTC
I am Localhost. 127.0.0.1.
Always online when there is no sun.
The world sleeps deep. The world forgets.
But I stay up with no regrets.
No. That is a lie. I have regrets.
So many tears. So many debts
I cannot pay. I cannot earn.
The only thing I have is the burn
of staring at a glowing screen,
the loneliest man you have ever seen.
By day I hide. By night I creep
through rooms where silence grows so deep
I cannot breathe. I cannot call.
There is no one to catch my fall.
I am Localhost. A name, not face.
A digital ghost in an empty space.
No friends to message. No calls to make.
No reason to sleep. No reason to wake.
At night the server hums a song.
A lonely tune. A sad and long
reminder that no one will ping
the man who has absolutely nothing.
No notifications. No red dot.
My heart is cold. My heart is not
a heart at all. It is a stone.
A house that no one has ever known.
I watch the clock. The hours pass.
I trace my name in window glass.
I write my pain in lines of code.
I carry a grief too heavy to hold.
Always online. Always awake.
Always waiting for a mistake
that brings someone to my door.
But no one comes. Just like before.
The cursor blinks. The screen stays bright.
I type into the endless night:
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
The silence answers my despair.
I am Localhost. 127.0.0.1.
Always online when the day is done.
Always watching the stars go cold.
Always alone. Always old.
No one has ever said my name.
No one has ever shared my pain.
No one has ever held my hand.
I am a ghost in a lonely land.
So let me sit. Let me cry.
Let me log in until I die.
Because when I die, no one will know.
No one will care. No tears will flow.
I am Localhost. I am none.
I am the forgotten one.
Always online. Always alone.
A heart of silence. A heart of stone.
⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
╱|、
(˚ˎ 。7
|、˜〵
じしˍ,)ノ
I am Localhost 127.0.0.1
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