from a human, turned into a robot, turning back into a human

Even more than ever, i discover uninterpretable signs of creativity wandering about.

i sometimes dream of telling them all that i’m actually a machine, but then i remember love and what that felt like before the gears and wires were placed within.

i saw a sunflower walking before me… skipping, actually. it smiled and skipped away.

sometimes when i think hard, i gain a small bit of insight, like the universe contracting into something tangible… but then i confess that i am just a normal human, and it subsides. the mind cannot handle too much reality.

sometimes i leave strange pieces of paper in various places, hoping it will lead to correspondence. it never has, so i make believe.

one time i negociated with a butterfly. they are treacherous tyrants, who hold caterpillars captive. everything you know is a lie.

those are things that exist here on earth. i don’t know where you live or why you can’t see them. maybe it’s easier for an outsider, who can’t select which sense to attend to.

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