Lux Lucet

There is a man who is sits on the internet every night.

It is a frosty winter and you do the same, and you notice most of your friends slowly fall to slumber except for a few night owls, and him.

His name stands out like a dying star against the night sky, even though perhaps he does not shine so brightly in reality, and for a while you forget it. You fold yourself into the canals of the web.

A few weeks pass.

You start to tell others that you can't sleep. You wander around the internet until the wee hours of the morning and wonder why you are still awake.

You talk with your comrades about how meaningless life is, if anyone knows the requirements for true love, and how to please someone with a good meal.

The owls ask why you are still awake.

Then you remember that you are waiting for something.

You have been waiting for quite some time.

There is a man who sits on the internet every night.

Every night you are waiting to talk to this man,after all your windows have closed, the screen dimmed.

You know that you cannot, for you promised to exchange no further words with him,

take your things and go,

and leave his broken heart alone.

The hours become weeks.

The internet dims and the last of the night owls rest for the winter.

And you know that one day, you will close down the computer, turn back to reality,

open a new window, and take a leap of faith.