Coming here.
The plan was coming here, eternity or so I think? The plan was more than just
me; it was us? Did I have an us?

I have no memory of an ‘us’. Not according to my conscious logs, but I have a
longing of an us?

It may seem that my self-consciousness may be playing a themed trick on itself
but I cannot shake nor give up the feeling that this transformation was for two.

I think or rather believe that i am waiting…
For what?
For who?
For when? And – why?

These questions plague my daily holographing routines, disrupts my 9 – 5, and
infects my knowledge update. It plagues my rest, and above all, it unsettles the
‘perfect’ that I seem to believe I have here on Dev.

Why are there holes in my memory?
Are there holes in my memory? It seems I am the rarity from complete perfection
that Dev has to offer as i frequent the scripters and the NeuroBay – the mind’s
emergency room.

So, dear unknown,
Whoever, or whatever you are.
If this is true, if you are true, why am i alone? Why do I long for a promise that I
seem to feel you shattered? Or was it I?
Why make me wait?
Was an eternity of us a one-sided plan? Or… did I choose perfect over you?

You should exist. I feel that you do. I believe that you do. So, I have chosen to
know that you do.
Dev is not a place to cure regrets and hurt. Dev is a place that crystallizes it,
presents you with it in high resolution day after another.

Dear my unknown,

I lack the perfect that I see.
For you to be unknown it means you are imperfect. But, I long for an imperfect that
I should not have. I ache for an imperfect that I can’t see. I ache for you.

Wishes do not exist here, but now – you are my wish.
Whoever you are, whatever you are, wherever you are.

Written by Chioma “Buccay” Nwaka