“Hey, wonderful blog! I’m a fan”
“Thanks for the visit. I like your stuff too.”
“I’ve blogrolled you. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all, you’re on my blogroll too.”
Commenting, competing, critiquing, prodding, sharing, writing for each other, laying their selves bare for each other, they became as intimate as lovers.
No, they became more intimate than lovers because they had never seen each other’s flesh and so their flesh was never a barrier between them.
Living more and more with each other’s thoughts and touching and feeling and tasting each other’s words, they mapped each other’s souls.
Bits and pieces of their identities fell away from them like beads from a broken necklace. As they spent nights caressing keyboards for each other’s pleasure, the real people they knew became dream-like, blurry, faded, insubstantial…
image from: blackmaps.wordpress.com
This is my entry for Day 2 of the April A-Z Challenge 2016