Stare

EPITOME OF VIRTUALITY

Being there

Really not existing

An image

A breathing hologram

That moves and talks

Passing each day

Fulfilling empty tasks

Creating void spaces

Falling deeper in depths

Unclassified, to knowledge

Wafting an essence of non existence

Drifting apart to bits of specks

Particulate nothingness

With a soul thriving

Craving for a life

In an epitome of virtuality