• She sits.
    She browses.
    Looking for fulfillment.
    Something different, something new.
    Something fantastic and groundbreaking, not just anything will do.
    "Inspiration comes from internet," her mind just seems to say
    "Real life isn't worth it. Go outside another day."

    She doesn't want to believe it, but her very own mind says it's true
    "No use rebelling here," she thinks as she bids her conscience shoo
    She turns to the harsh LEDs of the screen and throws herself inside.

    The girl is immersed in interwebs. The lights, the sights, the sound.
    Everything is new and bright, music and "life" abound.
    Is this meaningless facade? Is it worthless, thoughtless sin?
    She grins and types "No! XD Now let the games begin!!"

    But games soon stop. And so does she.
    The times she had cease to be anything but garbled HTML code,
    The iron supports of her internet turn to piles of rust.
    Her computer only provides the cruel chill of cold wiring, and her headphone have long since been worn out.

    What's left?
    She looks out the window and sees nothing but somber clouds.
    Her conscience gain courage and whispers, "That's not nothing."

    The girl sees. She sees the shimmery bits of sunlight peeking out through dents in the sky.
    She sees the gentle grandeur of the mountains protect the vibrant valley she resides in.
    She stands.
    She walks.
    Looking for fulfillment.