gasp
.......reach

cant
br
eathe

gasp
.......cling

.......void

.......thud
chest
.......thud
heart
.......thud
sink

gasp

help

a
lone

a
gain

.......why?

inky blue
smokey grey
dusty dusk

shadows creep
through the blinds
into the room
into my eyes
my life
my heart

i cant see
the day ends

the music goes on

strange how your darkest secrets are poured out to a faceless stranger on the internet. blind honesty, leap of faith because the act does not come back to haunt you? ironic that after years of evolution and social engineering, we fallback on our most primal instinct to be part of a herd, to need contact, comfort, consolation from any quarters, and actually welcome the arms of a faceless stranger miles away, connected so tenuously with phone lines and optical fibre networks; data packets that gets repacked, gets shuffled, gets trasmitted, reassembled... our lives torn apart and put together for the scrutiny of a person unknown... our emotional well-being resting on something as fine a spider's web.

it is an amazing thing, this internet, what have we created? bringing us together as a planet... perhaps one day, we'd evolve into a single symbiotic being capable of representing ourselves as one... us the blood cells, the internet our veins... the planet a brain... ah... utopian visions.

what is that sound
ringing in my ears
the strangest sound
i've heard for years and years
the sound of
two hearts
beating side by side
the sound of
one love
that neither one can hide

the sound
that makes
the world
go round
the sound
that makes
the world
go round

what is that sound
runing round my head
funny i thought
that part was long since dead
but now there's new life
coursing through my veins
because there's someone
who make it beat again

the sound
that makes
the world
go round
the sound
that makes
the world
go round

lamb - what sound

i wished i could write something like this

its not amazing (saying that would be such a cliche); it is frightening how the internet has pervasively entrench itself in our mundane lives. one can hardly claim to be part of the 21st century and not have an email address or god forbid, an icq uin.

having said that... i survived the past 2 weeks without my virtual lifeline, the days turning into torturous nights of insomnia, staring up at the walls and ceiling and feeling claustrophobic.

the net is so much more than an instrument of communication, it has, in yours truly's case, become an addiction, an escape.

holed in the room, blinds shutting out the world intruding through the window, the ubiquitous monitor opens up to another world of sensory overload, a wonderous world of data, information, words, rubbish and porn.

i am in my element, the world truly at my fingertips.

one can almost imagine... one day, there'd be people like us, constantly connected to the net, constantly accessing data, assimilating, feeling for nuances, nodes, a la the protagonist in all tomorrow's party.

data-miners.