Lost In Thought
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  • Reads 3,920
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  • Parts 25
  • Time 13h 4m
Complete, First published Mar 02, 2018
I imagine my eyes look blank
As if my brain didn't wake this morning
When I opened my lids, lifeless
Like painted glass, fixed
Like artistic installations on my face
The surface impenetrable, distant
Emotionless

But what people don't recognise
Is my hollow eyes is the deception
The lie of dilated pupils
Misinterpreted as an absence
I am not absent
I'm just lost in the caves of consideration
Deep, wandering the walls of brain matter
Pondering at a level too sensitive
To open without the words of a poem.

--Leanne Rebecca.

As a logical minded computer, I find it hard to be creative. My mind relies on numbers and coding, linked to The TARDIS, and formerly, the Matrix. So working out the words to explain me now, as a person who is suddenly left mute and unable to explain how I am still here, just... Wandering, this poem seemed the best option. 

You've read about how I was lost in time. Now learn how I was Lost In Thought.
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We knew something wasn't right from the moment we awoke. It was like something was missing - a part of our very souls - and we couldn't sense the deficiency, no matter how hard we tried. A hundred million eyes adjusted to the dark all at once, all surprised to be awakened so soon. We ran through our checklists of limbs and senses, drawing ourselves out of our dreams piece by piece. Some went back to sleep, unaware, unbothered, too tired to notice the difference. Some lay in bed, too anxious to stand until the light of dawn crept through their windows at last, and they were sure the monsters in their closets had gone back to sleep. Some leapt from their slumbers, more keenly aware than others that the missing pieces were important. But we didn't know. We couldn't have. Not until we found ourselves standing in the light and discovered: We no longer had shadows.