I wander the endless electronic terrian. Right now, my fingers mash hastily across the keyboard as I contribute to the scrolling infinite strings of text that make up an entire world. An entire world, hidden within numerous miniscule lights that speak, encourage, discourage, and lead. What would I lose, if they were to disapear? Friendships? Communities? Memories...? I suppose memories are the only substance of value, although they do fade. Increasingly, with the bright tools within our pockets. I don't like it. I don't want to need it. I wish... I wish it were merely a hobby. I wish it were merely a tool. Perhaps I will learn to leave behind some of this digital world one day. Living in two worlds leads me to miss so much of my own. My body doesn't feel the same as it once did. My mind is not all there, and some care and details have been blurred. I hope you choose to leave, such as I do. That is, if you are in as deep as I am. I prefer loving through skin to loving through a screen. If I do manage to leave this world, I will stay with you here. On some level. And if not in the future, in this moment. I feel your eyes moving across this screen. Reading this text. At least, I try to. For I can never fully conceive the impact these hasty fingers imprint into the digital sphere. I love this world. But I miss my own.