#corrupted self

I had something in me that was real. I remember it. I don’t just remember it. I was wholly in that, everything raw and wild. That was when I was a kid, and I didn’t think about it like that. I was a kid and the world was open to anything I could imagine. I want to get back to that. My head is old now. Experiences have eroded my wiring, bashed it about with learning to kowtow, inebriation and…

I'm an. updated new me, a few apps added, files transferred, a virtual digital share.

I woke up to a new version of me. I had been updated, apps added, files transferred, a digital share, files lost, bytes deleted, self corrupted so much that I cannot recognize me from the start.