Ourtype

I speak with you as though you were not just fingers reflection of thought To believe you are, even without a face nor soul I can see, Human Loving, hateful, cold or warm, I am here as you are somewhere With words only an insane person might reason, yet your words as mine Pop upon the screen held with all the personality you can imagine or deny Me or you. As we build ghosts we learn to speak our minds onto the keys Whatever we dream to be, you and me…Our typed feelings.