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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