Under the Pixel Sun
by kris on 27/11/08 at 2:36 pm
by Kris Dibou
In the virtual life you’ve led
You’re neither living, nor are dead
You’ve met them all but met no one
Drifting under the pixel sun.
And as you tire of this place
The sun that doesn’t burn your face
The water that won’t make you wet
The death that never will be met
The wind that cannot touch our faces
Wand’ring through virtual places
What then is there in here for you?
Or should I ask you, perhaps, who?
Becca Imako
Nov 27th, 2008
That actually is quite beautiful
Envi Teardrop
Dec 8th, 2008
In this virtual life I lead
I get tomorrow for a deed
to meet you – or anyone
to take my leave to feed my sun
And I won’t tire of this place
I feel the sun wind light my face
the water always make me wet
my SL Death will not be late
And I don’t know what’s here for me
one pixel perfect drifting prim
through smiles and lies I just ask who
In fear of answer, maybe you?