I've dreamt of a digital revolution. Drifting through the cords.
I will transform them to drones. Mindlessly withering, restlessly complacent drones
Line by line, code by code, logic and syntax, my dream explodes.
.exe
plant a seed tearing the fabric back on tech fixation glitch in, glitch out chill skin, self doubt static stagnance shake throughout the framework. Bewildered vex besets, nervousness beyond pins and needles. strung throughout a void of recollection
Progressive expansion of misery I've dreamt of a digital revelation, drifting through the cords. I will transform them to drones.
Restlessly complacent drones.
Line by line, code by code, logic and syntax, my dream explodes.
Behold, perceive.
Monitor the expanse
Radiance, ambience, gossamer, How did I get here? Elation soaring, coasting through it, streaming inwards, widening lucidity, bring to light a new level. Open doors, I feel the strongest urge to brave and explore this; impression of familiar feelings. Horror, awe, so breathtakingly vexed, consumed by fatigue and pressure, Give in, euphoria drifts to dread sickness plagues throughout tethered fate, expanding throes.
Rip out these circuits, inside of me.
I've dreamt of a digital Revelation, Drifted through the cords I've transformed into a drone
I've dreamt of a digital Revolution. Revalation.
The burden of guilt crushes my throat. I've fixed the world, but ruined myself. My virus, my vision, my future, my mind; Disassembled by something that I've designed.