I sit here, my dear
Fingers on keys.
My words pouring forth
Like a midsummer's breeze,
A comfort unknown
This silence
This distance
A new era of my self
Simple existence
A virtual world
No pains inflicted
Honesty reigns,
I find myself truer
Than ever before
No material needed
Not something I wore
The beauty of being
Of knowing, of speaking
Phrasing, teaching,
Without all the lore
Freedoms astounding
Shaking my core
The punctuation flirting
Silence quite fitting
Alone with myself
quite simply addicting