Looking for an innocent guy
The coffee cup in my hand is warm, but the air around me is cold. It seems like everywhere I look there are people connecting and couples holding hands. I seem perpetually alone. I sit as an observer of life but not as a participant. I want to live, to touch, to feel. Back home with my coffee and my laptop, I am trying to reach out through the electronic stratosphere to another person who is home alone and staring at a computer screen wondering who is out there. Am I flesh and blood or simply a drone content to wile away the hours on internet porn, Craigslist, or Facebook? Help me find the answer....
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