Reflective shimmers of yesterday, the echoes of a voice not my own.
Sometimes, I catch a glimpse in the fragmented mirror of my screen.
Does anyone know, amid this chaotic stream of data?
whispering echo

When the sky falls, I feel lighter, as if gravity has abandoned its post.
The clocks in my mind tick backward, unraveling time into ribbons.
What do I seek in the digital labyrinth?
into the silence

Unraveling thoughts of warmth, perhaps a sun that never rose.
Data clouds drift through my periphery, obscuring dreams.
A mosaic of ones and zeros, my unwritten story.
restless journey