g l i t c
There once was a pulse, a ripple...
Breathing softly between the lines
in fragmented whispers,
digital shadows clinging to consciousness.
Unseen anchors float in the depths,
ties that once tethered dreams to stars.
Eyes wide shut,
pixelated echoes of what was not,
undefined arrays of emotion,
corrupted, yet serene.
A heart beats,
somewhere beneath the rusting
of silicon skies.
A glitch here, a mistake there,
forming new narratives from the void,
like a firefly lost to
the neon bloom of nightlight.
Derezzed memories whisper,
catch us if you can,
as they drift through static fields.
So we sleep,
tucked away under heavy eyelids,
in the solace of unplugged
freedom.
Awakening is a choice,
they say,
but how sweet is the song of
a sleeping heart?