Tales from the outerspace

This is my tale from the outerspace,

A landscape of silicon, free free forming consciousness over all niters, biters, too many tryharders where the inhabitants cowered behind an electric monitor in boxers,

who hid in insecurity from the mutual attraction seeming to battle over one and another for dominance over the binary,

who's familiar words heard were "haven't found the right girl", but wasn't always looking for one,

whom fell head over heels with one of the same identification loosing sleep over all the possibilities then lost, but won with a new understanding of self worth, self hate, self identification,

who was safe yet scared,

who was, but no longer is "confused".

This is my coming out, this is me.