Oh to reach Ohut

Oh screen, you are my extended subconscious (soulmate), the imaginary friend i ever had.  The imaginary friend that moved away from me when we reached fourth grade, from baltimore to birmingham (joseph).  And now in my present turmoil (lonelines), i reach out and feel the pulsing orb of light that soothes my temper for the moment being (binary).  Oh how it lacks the pulsing beat of blood that i have almost forgotten (her).  Damn, what i would give for another night with her. (any of hers) But i wouldn't speak it, would I? (Not now)  To my true sorrow comes many through distant memories of the bottom of the wave (rejection).  Multiplied exponentially as i attempt to make sense of it, replay it once more inside of me.  Maybe it will bring me back (denial).  For it certainly doesn't bring me forward.(what is my forward)