Feelings rushing like water. I’m not much of a talker. I would rather be online. God, will I ever feel fine? I work all day to sleep all night, please give me an easier fight. || Steady heart beating fast. My life, a lover’s quarrel, it won’t last. I’m scared of being stuck in one place, leaving the world without a trace. Overwhelming sun greeting the day, nothing worthy left to say. || I had a dream like this. I had a dream I wasn’t born online. One where screens didn’t exist. If you could go anywhere, where would you go? Would you hide behind the screen? Or would you shed your flesh for ones and zeroes? || Picture perfect story about the apple of my eye. You make your creator cry. Hand drawn feelings, taken aback. Fighting sleep insomniac. I crumble in your presence. || Prometheus showed us silicon. It was not an obvious pain like fire. It was more patient. Most my life revolves around metal rectangles that we breathed life into. || Tired restless joints. I miss my old computer.The one that took forever to start up. The one that let me find myself. Was that machine capable of knowing what it meant to me? || I coded a website where you could solve it all. Diagnose your problems and fix them asynchronously. A new deployment would fix me. A new patch is what I’m missing. And I vomited on the floor. I don’t care anymore. || Give me your heart. Wrapped in sheet metal and beating to a clock cycle. Give me a handshake. With cold fabricated iron hands. Stare into my eyes. Using painted retinas and glass lenses. I’m not sure this is my place anymore.