• She stands tall, a few inches short of six feet.
    All she could remember was her height.
    She was always tallest in her class.
    But the weight on her shoulders from her peers seemed to crush her indefinitely.
    The media controlling her thoughts while a mother squeezing her wrist and telling her how wrong she was only made her want to disobey it all even more.
    The cold nights, and the blazing summers,
    But she never felt anything moving inside her.
    Just her skin freezing and and peeling with the repeat on auto.
    She often wished the world had a delete button.
    Sometimes a block button.
    Though life isn't a social network, she came to realize, and that there was more to it.
    Ctrl+Alt+Delete didn't do anything for her, other than start her task manager on her computer alter ego.
    Yet this ego only existed through it. And though it, she became he, instead of she.
    He would spend all of his days, roaming through websites, RPGs and MMOs trying to find company for his aching heart.
    Yet when the computer reality was off, she was back to normal, loathing it all.
    How could she live a life that wouldn't respect her? How could he live a life that wasn't even real at all?
    Eventually, they molded together. Two plus two. The computer was her life, and her reality was her hell.
    One needed both to finish the balancing act.
    As if she were walking on a thin wire already, she continued to lie about who she was,
    And he became the scapegoat for an abusive mind.

    There were days that she wasn't allowed to enter her cyber world,
    When she would lay outside, and look at the castles in the sky.
    Large ones, small ones, odd ones, and tall ones.
    But as they seemed to roll by, she felt her hopes and dreams carry on the foggy tundra of the atmosphere.
    Other times as she lay in the dead grass, her eyes would shut, and she'd dream of a place to call home.
    Home is where the heart is.
    But where is home if you can't feel your heart beating?
    So she would dream up the most elaborate thing she could,
    Of riches, and kindness beyond compare.
    But there seemed to be something lacking.
    She could never figure out.
    For she would never know, that as soon as her mothers voice penetrated her dream barrier, it would all come crumbling down.
    And she would never remember again.

    Years pass, and she's older now.
    School is consuming her once creative thoughts and filling them with state standards, and formulas of death.
    She hardly had time for her alter "he" and her other means of escape.
    Even when she got home, she never came on often.
    Her world seemed to sit there, and not move an inch.
    So she forgets he, and just stays she.
    She now has a name.
    She uses her real name.
    People come to know her by such.
    And she starts showing people who she is.
    Things turn out a bit better without the facade.
    As she is on the cyber world one day,
    She comes across a strange pixelated character.
    He looked nice enough, but she was shy,
    Even though he couldn't see her,
    But tried to approach either way.

    He was kind.
    She felt a spark inside her.
    And she felt something that she hadn't really felt before.

    They started to get to know each other.
    Bit by bit, it's like pieces of the puzzle began to fit together.
    They fit perfectly.
    Even symmetrical for her tastes.
    Perfect symmetry.
    The perfect two.
    It was as if it all made sense now.
    The world.
    How people breathed air.
    Even God.
    And how he worked wonders.

    There were rough patches, steep nose-dives, and heart shattering words.
    But their bond held strong.
    There was death between them, and absurd family members tearing at their relationship.
    Yet they held their ground.
    Hour after hour,
    Day after day,
    Week after week,
    Month after month,
    They still stand as if nothing ever touched them.

    Eight months later, they stand tall.
    Together, as one.
    Hands laced with each others fingers,
    They only feel the distance when they need it.
    And he, was not her alter ego.
    He was real.
    And she was herself.
    This was her reality.
    And the reality was they.
    They were one.
    And began to dream up their own life,
    Together.