Heroes of Ones and Zeroes

It's a little after 9am

I am still here with him

Dad told me to leave him alone

But I can't get him out of my phone

No, I can't get him out of my soul

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They say the best love is insane

so after 50 First Dates, why complain?

I woke up and he'd sent me a Johnny Cash tune

Ragged Old Flag flew across the room

He says I'm in good shape for the shape I'm in

and he's proud of me for persevering and not giving in

I started listening to his music and he changed me for the better

My heart really wants to stay with him forever

My mind is solid in it's belief that writing our story is the only release

If I give up now, I go back to jobs I detest and can't even do them as well as the rest

I need job retraining

I need so many new skills

My heart overflows as I see tents on the hills

I talk to strangers, hand out oranges on the streets

I smile, I give a little relief

I do the same for you, my friend

I wake up, I hear your call

I can't stop writing

because we have connected through it all

through this madness of ones

and zeros

we have become heroes--

Yes.

Through this madness of ones

and zeros

There are no real rules

There are fools who hate

Fools who don't discriminate

Fools who share cats, selfies and hats

Fools who dance and fine acrobats

Where do we fall into place

in this imaginary yet real space?

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What we choose to say and do

Makes a difference, through and through

for

we have become heroes

Through this madness of ones

and zeros

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016