#blurredreality

Blurry Daydreams

“Blurred”

i am falling, not like leaves — but like pixels, fading at the edges until no one remembers what the original looked like.

the mirror speaks static, and i listen — every word a glitch in the system where feelings buffer and meaning loads too slow.

they said we’d be connected, but i feel more ghost than girl, more scroll than soul.

i swipe through moments that should’ve hurt, but all i feel is a low battery warning in a heart that forgot how to charge.

somewhere between the filters and the fear i forgot what real feels like.