My laptop has become an embodiment
of who you are,
it has replaced my need of air and food
with the need of recognition and love
of my heart

We sit until strings with weights are tied
unwittingly (and against our will)
to our eyes,
and our pillows start to sweetly sing
the way sirens do to attrack sailors
in the deep and dark waters of the oceans

10 horses race across my keyboard,
and countless crystals of weightless dust
dance (and float) like ballerinas amongst them
(my brother wrinkles his nose in distaste
while I associate the noise with
the soft thunderous voice you have)

When I look at the dark sky at night
embodied with enormous luminous spheres of plasma
when I scan the green grass for a four leaf clover
I wish distance did not exist

I wish you were within an arm reach from me.