when an internet girl meets an internet boy
it’s as if the world is in harmony
i like your pink hair
i like the memes you share
i like your music taste’s flair
but when the wifi cuts off
and their world is stripped away
what will remain?
but an idea of a perfect fantasy
falling in love
with the pixels on their screen
only goes as far as the internet holds
disillusioned from reality
a story that never unfolds
except through the ever-looping html codes
maybe they’ll reconnect again
when the world gets back online
but in this purgatory of bittersweet stagnation
the pixelated dinosaur endlessly runs
hopping through obstacles
for no destination in sight
maybe it’s time to log off
and get offline
jn
Nothing feels real when you’re experiencing long-distance heartbreak in a pandemic. Being a product of the digital world has shaped my views on love and taste in relationships tremendously, to no avail of right or wrong. The internet is a mystical world of pixels disillusioning users from reality, blurring the thin line between love and fantasy.
