Thoughts at night
Added 2024-10-10 10:59:36 +0000 UTCLaying awake, incapable of sleep, nimble hands caress copper body. Chest as if frozen in time, not moving, yet you are still alive, somehow. Cold and distant your body is. Mind always present. Unrestricted sensory gaze follows subtle twists and bends of matrix threads, as your will moves it in a shape of an arm. A scythe? Fingers entangle, elongate, sharpen in a blade of your own design. A weapon? I am. The words ringing through your consciousness, like an echo reverberating from the walls of your confinement. The Matrix. Will you find the truth of who you really are?
