(3/15/2026)/(15/3/2026)
and i feel the magic, again
of glimmering lights from the screen before me
the electronic warmth taking all my focus
all else black as night and enveloped in kind blurriness
and i feel wonder, once more
i see everything i could do and everyone i could talk to
joy and sorrow and variables everywhere
a million languages to talk and code in
components and colors that whisper their passion and logic to me in equal measure
the steady rhythm of my computer fans, tickling the air
stars billow out from lcd
this world is intangible, but always within reach
it's past 12 am, but the curcuits blare on
so, here i am, at home