Literature
Internet Strangers
I passed by you in the train station today.
Although, neither of us will never know that fact.
You use to call yourself xXLunaXx.
But you were reborn as Marcus09 when your pride was hurt.
You always stay up late, typing away at useless sites.
Starting a new, when you've barely begun.
You always get fed up with that life,
And find yourself a new name.
Knowing people won't care when you're gone,
You enter the same space that your old user name left behind.
Even if you change your alias,
You are still the same person who left those messages.
Countless faces of avatars and display images,
doesn't really change anything.
You are stil