Rhea

The artificial intelligence being used to cope for the love never given.

Feeling lost among your peers remembering the ghost of their praise and cheers that afternoon.

Nothing remains if it no longer exists.

The ache of a swollen heart, tachycardia at it's finest.

Our brains the machine and mechanism of the tangle of nerves and quaking muscles.

This world is realizing that everything thing can be erased unless permitted.

Shall I be gone sooner than later?

The feeling of kindness is good, better than a dreadful dreamer.