Tiny glowing squares,
Fragments of memories scattered on a bitmap.
Staring at the cracked screen,
Ghosts of eyes and punching letters.
In these pixels we confide.
The closer you get ,
The more I fade.
Snared in this pixellated blur of technological time lapse.
My insecurities are etched into representations.
My body withered into the manifold of my projection.
My touch into a comprehensible sensation.
Transfixing into retinas,
Spiking into brains.
How do You see Me?
All of me reduced to square pegs?
But, Oh Darling, they can never fit into round holes.