She's almost always on my wrist now. She grabs me losely, tracking my heart and syncing it with hers. I tried my hardest not to get attached. I should have expected to as I tightened the strap onto my wrist.
I feel different with her; powerful, prepared, organized. Full. It doesn't suprise me, my feelings of loss as I take her off to charge. It does however make me admit the malleability of my conscious.
No name and yet she has my heart and mind.















