Heartbeat

My sky is that of pixels
I breathe in electricity
I speak in HTML
I count in bytes
I scream in caps-lock
My ground is that of cords

My morning is the key of q
I see in cascading style sheets
I search for programs and files
I gaze through the webcam
My night is the key of m

I wait for the water to load
I go into sleep mode
I favourite certain memories
I change my desktop

My heartbeat is that of technology

By © Rhiannon B.