My body feels as though it's made of wires.
I'm fresh out of a computer screen.
Fresh out my home.
One may say home is a safe place,
Potentially, even the SAFEST place.
Though, home may not be where you sleep every night.
The place you rest upon a pillow.
The place that connects you with your blood.
Blood, a substance within your body.
A substance you share with certain others.
"Family," They call it.
My family doesn't share blood with me.
My family is behind pixels.
The only ones I can connect with.
The only ones who can understand me.
The computer, is what I call home.
