theories

Angels on the internet

I want to be an angel.
A graceous Saviour,
Wings and all.

But being an angel
Means death, so i'll
Try to be one of them
That walks the earth

But if it doesn't start with
death, Where do i start?

Surrounded by darkness,
Only my face illuminated
By the brightness of my
Laptop screen.

Strangers, so far away yet their
Souls may touch those of others.
The most beautiful connections
Are the ones that make your
Skin tingle more than any physical touch could.

And the Internet is full of them.
Full of people bleeding their
Hearts out on blogs,
People who shelter their true
Identity under usernames,
Full of people who know this connection, this touch, is their
Salvation.

Is this truly my chance?

I'm a psychiatrist without the
license, without the contract.

I'm allowed to let my heart
Shatter along with the strangers
Who are told to starve themselves,
Harm themselves, hang themselves.
I'm allowed to say,
'Fuck them for saying that,
And fuck you for believing they're right.'

And that is how you touch a soul.

I've spent years caring for strangers
And my mother always said,
'You shouldn't let them upset you like this, they're not real..'
To which i would reply,
'They're more honest, friendly, beautiful and real to me than any of the people at school.'

And i will not stop until my
Touch heals souls,
And once i can do that,
I will read the words,

'Thanks Simmy, you're an angel.'