To Ryan ~ Lost In Cyberspace

I have something to say and I am here!
Don’t you see me?
Being here and yet not creates an illusion
Or delusion of something that is real in this reel to reel feel of not quite.
Get the picture?
Let me draw it out...
You affect me.
Don’t you see that?
Hasn’t that always been the case?
It was always upon the exchange in which you provided me with triggers...
The semi-live ammo, being this is cyberspace, charged me with thought!
Yes, thought!
Whatever creative moment that you inspired me with, I credited YOU.
YOU and your words which caused me to BLAZE with...
Ideas and abstract writing that I knew you would understand
Because we were on the same wavelength.
I saw something that I had overlooked and I am sorry.
If you can still “call but normally can’t spake, speak or mutter anything, but where are my glasses?”
Let’s take the glasses and clink a cheer
To words and the thoughts behind them.
Are you in the matrix?

You posed “yes” with a question, however,
I don’t know as
You didn’t stick around long enough to allow me the view.
Then again, where is my reading and replying reliability?
Should I claim “the toilet?”
Aye. That would seem to be the case.
Even still, sitting here in a panic,
I write...

Arachne ~ September 16, 2013 @ 8:58 p.m. EST 

To Ryan - An Inspiration Lost

His last words were:  just shared one of your notes to my inbox, sometimes you should too but i have no idea where you are, because usually its in a very different place. until i get back on facebook and see you with something to say. can still call but normally can't spake, speak or mutter anything but where are my glasses?

You may not understand his words, but to me the view is crystal clear.  Feeling the loss, I reached out and wrote the following in hopes that he returns.

Abstract junction of head function
Wires crossed yet connected
To the unconnected
Which was suspected
Indeed gone...
Off to other pixelated regions or NOT...
I don’t know!
Where did you go?
What mind or minds do you now feed with words?
Absurd or not in WORDMEISTER fashion?
Don’t throw stones at glass houses!
I am so shattered...
Having taken for granted of the “being” being
Here, there, everywhere...
VANISHED!
The brain strain will continue in the lost and found department
Stored are the memories
I remain...

Arachne ~ September 16, 2013 ~ 7:02 p.m. EST