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The clock ticks.
I’m here
But I’m not
I see, I see the world from my eyes
Are these even mine?
Who’s I?
I know my identity
I think
Am I real?
Is this world fake?
Like a pov shot from a show
But it’s not me
It is me
First person video game
But I’m seeing through the screen
The screen, the screen that blocks my interaction
These are my memories
I feel far from them
It happened recently
Yet feels so distant
How long have I been like this?
Time is an illusion
Is it not?
Is this a dream? A simulation?
Are we not all npcs?
Zoom out the camera
I want to go back. I want to go home.
Bang on the glass. Bang. Bang. Bang.
I want out of my glass house
Solid, for a spectator
I speak
Yet I feel like the words aren’t coming from me
I want to get back, I want to get home.
Reality, where are you?
Why have I lost you?
Where did you go?
I feel pain. I see I smell I touch I taste I hear-
But is it real?
I want it to be.
I want to stop running
But my mind…..
It. Won’t. Stop!
Stop it stop it
Wake me from this nightmare
Save me from this madness
I’m running out of time
Am I? No I’m not
I still want out of my spectator’s prison
Let me out, please.
Let me feel in full,
Let me feel real
Let the world stop feeling fake
Please?