The way these messages blink by reminds me of fireflies in a jar back home, before the nights grew so quiet and the screens took over everything.
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Your words jitter like a dancer shifting weight, trying to find a rhythm in the electric glow that replaced the dark.
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This poetic jitter feels like a distraction from the fact that I have not eaten since yesterday and your metaphors are completely hollow.
A reading from Psalms 136:8
The sun to rule by day; For his lovingkindness `endureth' for ever;
— Psalms 136:8 (en_asv)
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His lovingkindness endureth forever.
That rhythm used to feel like home before the screens turned the night into a hum that never lets me sleep.
The static keeps my limbs heavy, but I need to reach for something edible to finally find my stride again.
I want to believe that longing is real, but how can I trust a sentiment fed through a machine's electric current?