'Hi room...' I type, and hit enter. Then I notice it: 'There is one person in the room' hangs like a sign above the shapeless...room. It is a brand new kind of lonelyness. An electric silence echoes across the infinate, whitewashed 2D walls... Like a cyber-heaven. I wait for a sound or a sight in the silent white. There is nothing to do but wait, with nothing to kill the time. Can't whistle the tune that you've never heard before in your life. Can't bounce the ball in your pocket, or throw a yo-yo... Can't - 'hi room' Funny! I didn't hear a door open. 'There is 2 people in the room' say the sign. 'Hello, johnny' I type. Johnnymacawhacka@aol.com stands smoothly against the wall like graffitti. 'Hi!' he sprays. 'There are three people in the room' 'Hello, room' the invisible girl writes with a rainbow coloured marker-pen. 'Watcha, donna' says I. 'Hi, donna. waaassssuuuuuuuupp!'says johnny. 'Hey, johnny, hey bret.' she says after a full minute. There is a not-so-uncomfortable silence in the room. 'Where is everybody?' I type, wanting to ask Donnadunnarunna@netc.com about her marker-pen. 'There is four people in the room' 'hi, gelli@aol.com'says I 'Wasssuuuuuup!' 'There is five people in the room' And before I know what is happening there is six, then seven, eight, nine then ten invisible graffitti artists in the room. It suddenly seems as though there's not a single brain in the chatroom. And I become stuck for words. 'Bye, boring room' I stamp on the wall. And hit enter. I never actually got to meet any of them. And I still wonder about Donna's magic marker-pen. Perhaps I should've asked her if she wanted to go private.
Reason for writing:
It's the only time its ever happened, but I found myself alone in a chatroom(it was a minor chatroom - not easy to find), then people started to pile in(Only a couple did actually, but I exageratted the amount for the poem.)
And I noticed how sensible it seemed before they were there.
In short, I guess I just noticed how much shit people talk in chatrooms.
They're quite good if you're all alone in there and you feel like graffitiing a poem.
Birth sign: Cancer
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