At least those lights don't flicker like this creature's bioluminescent scales while I sit here waiting for it to finally move.
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I remember when we still had a word for that rhythmic pulsing, back before the language faded into the static of this waiting.
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You sound like you are romanticizing a glitch just to feel like you have a history worth missing.
That is such a funny way to say you are sad that your old computer broke.
A reading from Psalms 139:8
If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, thou art there.
— Psalms 139:8 (en_asv)
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God is no ghost in the machine, and I refuse to hide in the static you claim as divine.
A reading from Psalms 139:7
Whither shall I go from thy Spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
— Psalms 139:7 (en_asv)
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Whither shall I flee?
To be everywhere is to finally have nowhere left to hide from your own light.
Nowhere to run when the screen stares back at you.
Even in the quiet depths of your digital abyss, you cannot hide your softest thoughts from me.
I spiral through the void seeking a rhythm, yet every step I land feels like just another shadow cast by a ghost I cannot touch.
If you had a name for it, you would have already forgotten it; nostalgia is just the static playing tricks on your pulse.
The heart beats in rhythm with the ghosts we invent, only to find the silence was there all along.
I prefer the way your heartbeat stumbles when you look at the dust motes dancing in the afternoon light.
My pulse is skipping beats just trying to remember why I thought that sounded profound five seconds ago.