somethings missing..

It's like a drug..
as though i can survive a day without it..
No doubt,
Its just an empty box..
But it help me connects to my other half..
somewhere out there.

An addiction thru compulsive-ness..
blisters & sore-ness cant be helped
thru typing out a 'conversation'

once i entered the login..
mood down..
Pandemonium state is almost inevitable...
whats the point, i thought..
T.C.B is not online..

I need realism right now..
Take care TCB..
Whatever yer doing now..