As the title scrolls by, you know the text of what is there. Maybe not the exact words - but the feeling that the words hold.
Across hundreds or thousands of miles, a stream of '1's and '0's. Each bit measured and calculated - cold and digital. Together they tell of a story that makes your heart ache. A sorrow as deep as any you have felt.
And you cry. The words - phosphorescent points on a vacuum tube - they have the power to rip your heart apart.
Once, you knew the pain too. You reached out to whatever arms you could find to hold. Something to comfort you - and found emptiness. Here is someone else, reaching out, trying to find those arms to hold and comfort them.
The same glow of light that ripped out your heart feels so inadequate to express that you know this pain too -
that you wish your arms could be there to comfort them.
/msg my muse *hug*
Can it ever suffice?