First Post
Once we were in small towns;
No one passed without being recognized...
Then the cities filled our glances with empty faces,
Brushing past so many unknown lives...
And now here we are, somehow connected to everyone
and detached from everyone,
Often not even knowing we brushed shoulders somewhere in cyberspace.
Thanks for listening,
And not just passing by...
http://www.xorrox.com/
No one passed without being recognized...
Then the cities filled our glances with empty faces,
Brushing past so many unknown lives...
And now here we are, somehow connected to everyone
and detached from everyone,
Often not even knowing we brushed shoulders somewhere in cyberspace.
Thanks for listening,
And not just passing by...
http://www.xorrox.com/
5 Comments:
Brushed shoulders is definently the way to put it. The internet is so casual.
I just had to post some sort of comment, your blog seems lonely.
Dear James,
It's funny how the world changes so quickly; at times it seems as tho this incredible "net" isolates more than weaves together.
Hey that was nice poetic thought n nice work n ur website id good .... did u make it on your own pretty much eye catching.
Wow!! Excellent Poetry. I enjoyed my visit very much Many thanks!!
This is really a fascinating blog, lots of stuff that I can get into. One thing I just want to say is that your Blog is so perfect!
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