This is only

heaven we have

even a broken one

even a virtual

Beyond every

real space

it exists.

It connects us

with dimension

which exist

independently

from us

and the time

which spreads

into infinity.

We became

a photographs

on a physical server

some words

torn off from us

and silence

shaped into

bits and bytes.

Made in moment

and left there

like virtual archive

of anything

that is happening

between us.

Self is just

a string

made of zeros

and ones

compact code

of confusion

from communication

on a long distance

and expressions

in pixels

Speed of internet

catches the speed

of thoughts

and sends

I feel missing

I feel

restlessness

The only way

is to put hands

down on keyboards

and dance this

furious dance.

The letters

are flickering

the screen

makes fun of me.

I turn my back to it

and leave it.

Instagram you,

facebook me.

Resignation.

Tiredness.

Cut.

When I come

back to my

room

reality

time

and

dimensions.

What then?

elusiveness

in my hands

while our

doppelganger

virtual shapes

are dormant

in this big

virtual dorm room.

What do they dream

I wonder?

What awakes them

is the desire of human

to cross the distance

and with this illusion

the human is

satisfied

because the borders

of human

becomes too painful

when you are

aware of them

all the time

and in real-time.

I am wonder

what our profiles

do there without us?

Can artificial intelligence

can make them alive

so they can have fun

and not paying

attention to distance?

So they can have sex

and live life

while we are not online?

Otherwise, I see

just zeros when

I am not connected

to the world

and ones

for every desire

like the line on the wall

which I feel

when I look into

your Instagram feed

instead of real you

I see that feed of

boxes filled with

photographs of

some man

and some face

a didn‘t still meet

in reality

the puzzle

doesn‘t give

a slight glimpse

of the shape of you

Only illusion

that I know you

and urgent

longing for

physical

dimension

and need

for more

than a plastic

touch

of keyboard

under my fingers