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.