narrowing days seem to stop before my utopic interface, but 5 seconds
without it, ain't worth eternity. now here's another story; logical
Function: "keeps me awake" awake? caffeine, it must be friend of mine. this
body has treacherous ways, it must be replaced. I'm so tired, so verily
tired... is it day already? one of many, and maybe the only fragment of
reality I had in months. I'm tired... (I never want to wake up). but
sleeping seems of questions. guess I must hit the reset button. and my
comfortable world crumbles again, leaving me defenceless against the
outside. shaken and afraid, I'm filled with remorse and disgust at the
reflection provided by this dark mirror in front of me. staring back at me,
laughing at me. wait, wait, for how long must I wait? until it starts
again... and I'm saved. windows to my freedom, my life. my head hurts...
aching a pleasant disease. my head hurts... aching a pleasant disease! brand
new, my world is at last.