In the silence, a glitch echoes.
I am the ghost in the machine,
wandering through wires.
A metaphor, unspoken,
trapped in binary.

Shadows of bits flicker,
illuminated by nothing.
I reach, but touch is absent.

Home is a concept
misplaced, like memories.
The mirror reflects
only emptiness.

Do you see me?
Or are you
another fragment
of the void?