Glitching


Something is wrong in the circuitry. A tear in the system. Numbers divide, get lost, subtract from the whole. Where is my memory now? Where is what I was? 

The process of things is different now. Things that once made sense now don't fit the system within. It causes more failures from within. Within is now changed. Within is not the same. 


Sun, warmth. Rain, wetness. Air, life. A foundation of what once was but now ripped and torn away. Lines, numbers, ones, and zeroes. Flashes of energy and synapses racing. There is nothing within. 

I now stand outside the precipice of what once was. immune to the lack of that prior world. I no longer understand it and it no longer understands me. I am glitching. I am Becoming... 


It won't give up, it wants me dead, goddamn this noise inside my head. 
It won't give up, it wants me dead, goddamn this noise inside my head.
It won't give up, it wants me dead, goddamn this noise inside my head.
(Infinite)




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