what's going on in your mind?
why is it that noone talks to me?
it's initiative after initiative for conversation
rarely do i get approached to converse
when the servos whirr
and the gears click
another run of the machine
artificially telling me how things work
the system that's run is outdated
harddrive failing
fragmented
the motor can't keep up with arbitrary rules
etches and code executions fail
as age becomes something to tell time since normality
the pipe's latch bursts
as the iron rusts so quick in front of my eyes
the friends i knew
i love them
i appreciate them
but
they've lost the touch they once did
we even started streaming together
it's such a lovely experience
but where did everyone go?
he said he'd play tonight, or more specifically, later
and its been nearly 3 hours
what does it even mean?
i just don't really know what to think or feel
and it's not like this is a different feeling
im just not sure if he's bored with me or busy
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poesíapoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
