Is it scary to you, that the man you barely knew, is sitting behind his computer watching you. Exploring five different windows on every site you once used. Using his computer to play this game, mapping out what you do. Checking in a place, giving him a clue. Behind a thick screen, wondering how you sound when you scream. Studying all your photos, learning every one of your logos. All the information is right at his finger tips, as they dance upon his keyboard, playing a sad melody, dreaming in a disgusted mess. He’s lost in his own crude jealousy. As the loading bar is finally done, he knows your the one. When he leaves his cove, you know where he’ll go. To find you at that place you call home.