I don't know you,

and yet, I see you.

through every tweet, every like, every reblog , every single flitter of your hands strumming against the computer's keyboard clacking away a new Magnum opus everyday you try and make yourself noticed by all.

I don't know you,

and yet, I see you.

I see that your favorite color is red , that your granfather's dead, that you hate your home, that you feel all alone and yet you keep chugging on like an antique steam roller hopeing against hope that you will be noticed, that you will be recognized, you will be seen.

And, guess what, you are.

BUT

anytime you're asked to roam or to hang out with a buddy at their home you decline. Because, you Sub concisely want to be on your own, you do not want to be known.

So, how can a feel something for you? How can I rejoice at your exhuberant news, or feel teary eyed when you tell your blues?

please just open up because I want to know you.

I want to know the story behind your smile, to eat, sit, chat with you a while to know if you literally lol'd at my joke , if you would be so silly as to give me a goofy poke in the real word, away from the ever increasing jaded proceedings of virtual reality.

I search my facebook, I have a new friend request , I look at your face frozen in a goofy grin. I hit 'confirm'.

I don't know you,

and yet, I see you.

Forever.