Lost In Thought

Lost In Thought

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WpMetadataReadTerminé mar., août 27, 201913 h 4 min
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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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Once, the world still meant something. People weren't hollow strangers, trust wasn't a cruel illusion, and freedom flowed as freely as water. Now drinkable water is scarce-and freedom even scarcer. Every step forward costs more than I can give, yet I keep moving, even when surrendering to the endless night would be easier. Why do I keep pressing on through these familiar alleys and shadowed corridors, where only death or desolation waits? Why am I carving these words into the crumbling face of an old concrete wall? When did my hand turn black? And how long ago did it become too late to turn back? ---------------------------- Yoooooo! What's up liminal lovers and clinical schizos! This is a rewrite of a story I made in the past that will likely have a different plot and generally be a thousand times better! Thanks to @_pepperleaf for being my amazing editor! Anyway enjoy the story, Love you guys! -LiminalOne

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