Written and rendered by X on April 1, 2020 for the Quarantine Times.
The beautiful evaporating mundane, a sweet fleeting. Through atmospheres of interfacial spaced normals, we exchanged one for zero, everything for none. Rhythms interrupted by the silent flood.
She wants to run again and not care, but reality is latent as of late. Everything tangible has been augmented. I went to change the remote batteries, and the buttons were missing.
Internal inversions now glowing, burning in darkness. Inhaling desperate truth through cracked foundations, for mother's respite. The phantoms cast shadows. Looking back through shattered reflections, they can see us… reaching for each other, never reached. Pixels turn to dust.
I see you seeing me. I want to hold your hand, trust me, but neither of us would feel it. Neither of us would know.