Digital Phantasium My screen is a magical interface, light, bright I type words I want and zeroes and ones become bits Bits become stories, poems, a drawing, pictures Thoughts and ideas animate live in the digital world What I want and dream come alive through my screen. I manipulate a little brain with my fingers, typing Their tips touching the alphanumerical keyboard So as to set free creatures that live in my mind There where they roam wildly, inside, wandering Through this maze in my head, this mind of mine. Titulars of the lights and of the darkening hours Folds away inside each other wonderfully Like perpendiculars heading towards a reality That seem lost and blue into far fetched darkness And from clouds now arise new bits and pieces. And it was as if my imagination and these digits Danced with each other in spaces unseen to the eyes Made love through currents and waves and particles Electrifying to animate and set things in motion Creating a unique world, that digital phantasium. -eiravel-
I will always wonder how my life would have looked like if I had not fallen in love with e-writing.