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A short story by Léo Ravy.



You're scrolling down your world wide lane and see a link on your window.
You're holding the entrance in your hand ; touch it to access.

It's dark like a synonyme for emptyness.
It looks as if there was nothing around.
Your eyes can't see,
they might never adapt to this kind of obscurity.

Seems like you've been on the move for a long time,
surfing from keyboard to pads, to touch screens.
Without wondering where you were going, or how.

On this ride along, you like what you see
and maybe even a some point you want to flee :
to take a walk of your own, just to be free.

but It's dark like a synonyme for emptyness,
and It looks as if there was nothing around.
Your eyes can't see,
they might never adapt to this kind of obscurity.

On the top of this invisible house of cards, very few look steady.
Built in a babel tongue hosting your slang, all you see is all you'll get.
It's never polite to refuse a meal.

Now you may fear of missing out and novelty may be updated,
but somehow you wonder : why is nothing grounded ?

- Where are the cards you are standing one ?
- Well they are all here !
- I can't see them, can you show me ?
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