Computer k.o.

We sit here, looking at our computer screens, waiting for an email, a sign. Someone will write. We'll wait. All windows open, all doors closed. Waiting. For a sign. Just a few words. To feel loved. To be wanted. All we want is a message. Our eyes wait to see black on white. Our hands wait. To click, click, click. Our ears wait for that sound. We are here, and now, waiting for the sign, a symbol, a thought, a word. The wait is never over. And as we look into a red-green-blue horizon, what we dont realise is how fickle and pixelated our hearts have become.