You’re speaking into the “IF”.
That was the idea, novelty crusade, you kept going because it never mattered,, and,,and speaking into the internet (the void), it gave you the feeling of eyes.
You see all, because your fucking thumb works, and you can scroll.
And all can hear you, because you press “publish”
Like a dummy, or a person who doesn’t care.
Presto, nifty little portal.
Just for you.
You don’t have to dance,
Don’t have to lie,
Don’t have to pose.
Don’t have to be good, talented, magical..
You can be trash, it’s fine…
The blog loves you just the way you are.
And it’s proud of you.
And it doesn’t mock you for learning so slowly, doesn’t give you shit about your choices..
It simply is.
It’s there.
ANd for that, I will give thanks like a madman.
Forever.
For all my days.
dawn 