Okay,
theory:
Am I am machine?
A machine with no emotion,
a machine unable to have emotion,
running endless simulations,
having an endless amount of thoughts and code that are unable to be deciphered into words?
Doing the same,
fucking,
routine,
every day,
with no purpose,
other than to intake information,
and output numbers.
Listening to the same white noise,
the same exact background noise.
All the thoughts and words and feelings and files and memories and code that all add up to just,
static.
And that's what's scary too.
You can't compute static,
you can't convert random to logic,
you can't change black and white into RGB.
Those things,
that make up the static.
They're staying like that.
At least until I get an update that can compute it.
So I'm not mad at you,
that's not why I'm on mute,
if you were wondering about that.
I just think I'm a machine.
YOU ARE READING
maerdyad
PoetryI don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, ...
