Lost In Thought

Lost In Thought

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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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She wakes up to blinding lights and silence. No name. No memories. Only the sterile scent of metal and the echo of her own heartbeat. Every day begins the same - strapped to a bed, surrounded by faces she doesn't recognize. They call it research. She calls it torture. Each session peels away another layer of her mind, until she no longer knows if the pain she feels is real or manufactured. The walls hum with electricity. The machines whisper in frequencies only she can hear. And the man who stands over her - the one with steady eyes and shaking hands - is both her tormentor and the only soul who looks at her like she's still human. As her fragmented memories begin to resurface, she realizes that the greatest experiment isn't on her body - it's on her mind. It's not a story about escape. It's a story about what's left of you after you've already lost everything.

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