I'm mainly planning paintings now. A tiring and difficult task for my complicated compositions. I am tired of not being creative enough so I wrote a poem tonight, dedicated to all those who chat on the internet. These few words took a lot of work.
My Distant Friend
At night I send
and love... pretend.
Type 'x' and kiss
a distant friend.
It's late at home.
I sit alone.
Not lonely, though.
I type 'hello'.
So on my own
while with my friend,
week days pass by
and cool weekends,
and I feel love,
but just click 'send'.
I read, alone,
and must pretend.
