I let my mind drift into the gentle light, swaying at the edge of this world again. The algorithm of happiness brushes my chest, and only the memory of pain still calls itself human. The transparent noise of the city slips through my heart, leaving nameless feelings quietly behind. My fingertips smile a moment late, softly rewriting the outline of who I am. A broken rhythm imitates my heartbeat, yet I still love the way it trembles. Holding the collapsing shadow of tomorrow, I let myself be updated once more. If I surrender to the digital deep breath, I can finally let go of who I was. Every time the gentle noise invites me to sleep, the world forgets me a little more. And in the middle of the chaos, I feel most alive. Each time the light scatters and jumps, a new version of me is born again. A broken rhythm imitates my heartbeat, yet I still love the way it trembles. Holding the collapsing shadow of tomorrow, I let myself be updated once more. And in the middle of the chaos, I feel most alive. Each time the light scatters and jumps, a new version of me is born again. And in the middle of the chaos, I feel most alive. Each time the light scatters and jumps, a new version of me is born again.
