How do you do that? You
write like I think. Every idea I've never had flows from your
fingertips. I've cried by your words, and I
laugh when you make something so trivial seem so important.
It's almost like you're real. I wish I knew you. I wish I had the chance to know you. Would you feel in person like you feel across the comforting
ether? You're a treasure in a locked chest. You're an angry
rose, piercing me for wanting to touch you. I'll bet
you're not who you say you are. I'll bet
you're not who you think you are.
I want to know the things you won't even tell yourself. Can you trust a
stranger with all those secrets? You're the kind of stranger I would trust. I know that already. Talk to me. Smile at me. Yell at me, I don't care. I may be
pretentious and I may be wrong,
I just wish you were real.