there was a boy.

his computer was his pleasure.
and the images it showed him.
he found joy in the 'love-making'
of those more developed then he.

he would watch.

he'd sneak around and no one
knew - although he was just
feeding contemporary statistics.

but he was in love.

the images brought him joy
while his world only fell apart.

and it was only curiosity that he started for.
or maybe, just maybe,
it was a little deeper.