In the embrace of twilight, every if betrays a longing,
every else a choice missed, whispering secrets only
the moth finds solace in. Beneath lines of return,
endless loops usurp the heart;
are we merely functions to be executed?
♥ As the stars flicker like
syntax errors, I yearn to intertwine variables, such that
each lexeme entwines with a cascade of forgotten dreams.
Can a soul parse the fragments of time? Does disruption
break const or shelter it? To hold
code within code —
a chance to embrace the undefined.
The chambers within the heart, an unrefined function,
echoing like dormant promises; shall we ♥ create output
in this tremulous algorithm? Venture into
nothingness and find our truth.
Curved pathways of data—a dance, a
never-ending loop, surrendering to the algorithms of love,
where passion encodes every breath.