Inspired by the somewhat hollow shows of affection that are put up on FreeOpenDiary ever so often, this poem discusses the actual lack of verifiable meaning behind the melodramatic declarations. The internet isn't the best place to express emotions.
I'd bared myself out here
staked my troubles onto the baked rock called cyberspace
thinking that without face
nothing would matter so much
but being too free and not open enough
i only encountered faceless sympathisers
you're here for me, you care for me, you support me?
but i've never seen you before
and however close you think we can get through binary emotion
your encouragement is still but a string of 1001001011101
hammering me more firmly to my graphite cross
don't make promises if you're never going to be able
to come here and make them true
unlike the blinding truth or false of computerworld logic
vows with identity crises have only one state