This feels like poetry. As I understand things, that makes it poetry. Sure. why not.
.o0O(Nah.)
What happens to the the toots untooted?
How do the bytes feel to be retreating?
The lighting sand was at your command,
but
you stay your hand.
But it was there, waiting,
a hope for connection, some meaning,
from brain down nerve to finger to the, the, the inherited Interface that has the potential, the power, to reach every. mind. on. the planet...
and cmd (or ctrl) + a delete/(or x if your on mobile)
and another universe dies.
Well, maybe it should've. We'll never know. I wasn't casting your spell.
Your reason was yours, cause so is your power. Don't let it go your head.
This feels like poetry. As I understand things, that makes it poetry. Sure. why not.
@IceWolf ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 Thanks. I can never tell.
This feels like poetry. As I understand things, that makes it poetry. Sure. why not.
@kelseyhusky ...no? I thought it was really good!