I see only children here

(For all my friends on The Quitnet)

Pretty little girls hiding in the spaces between the pixels.
With wide blue eyes waiting to be loved and adored.

Young boys jumping from flicker to flicker on the screen,
Who think - who KNOW - they're invincible.
And find yet another way of causing trouble,
Because they like to see the shock in other's faces.
They like to see you blush,
The red reminds them that we are all alive.
And have a tender living heart that pumps passionate blood through our fleshy bodies.

Screaming, shouting kids, in bright gaudy colours,
Who, regardless of the words, proclaim "Isn't it good to live?".

A lonely child,
Hiding behind that dust speck on the screen where no-one can see her,
Sad because her dearest friend is gone.
And her tear soaked eyes just cannot see
That the next friend is reaching a hand out to her.

Children languishing in the grey spaces at the corner,
Basking in the company of their friends.
Playing - because what else is there to do?

And occasionally, when exuberant tempers fly, a rowdy fracas erupts.
The harsh words learned from harsher parents;
The unspoken "But I was just trying to love you",
A distant unheard echo.

And above all, the ones who want to be grown up.
Who stand proudly in the middle,
With shoes that are a size or two too large from them,
And new but dull spectacles slipping down their button noses.
Who yearn to be older, where things might be simpler and less scary.
Who are forever disappointed.

I like to stand behind them, and catch them when they fall.
To let them know it is OK.
To remind them that their God-given wonder and magic
Is with them now,
not tomorrow.