One rainy autumn evening.
I let the screen slide off from my hands,
And just for a single moment I lie here,
inert, like a dust particle suspended in air,
Waiting forebodingly for the storm to collide.
Then it bursts from me, they spill from my eyes,
I'm left blinded, the world muddled around me.
I stand up quivering, make my way to the mirror.
I pinch my cheek, pull the flesh off my bones,
I'm defaced, marred, spoiled, and discolored.
I see years of battles imprinted all over my body.
I force myself to stare at the haunting pain,
that emulates from somewhere within my eyes,
and I whisper, "Why can't you look like them,
Why can't you be porcelain like them on that screen?" 

One sunny summer afternoon.
I let the screen slide off from my hands,
And just for a single moment I lie here.
Grinning, like the stars in the sky are all mine,
Like the very essence of the universe 
has permeated every inch of my skin.
The ardor radiates through my whole being,
I'm floating on fairy dust and magical ether.
I bring my soul back, I coax myself into my body.
I sit up, let the bones in my spine stack upward.
I'm chosen, euphoric, glowing and divine,
I see years of victories chiseled all over my spirit.
I feel myself smile and I gently hum a melody,
that reeks of graceful miraculous divinity.
And I murmur, "you found him, he found you.
You found the other half of your soul through that screen."

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