prose (1/2), toy/synthetic feels
My soft, synthetic heart
Dreams of freedom of form
not to achieve imperfection
or any notion of godhood
but seize a peace in myself
that I've never had
My soft, synthetic heart
dreams of soft glow
and circuit veins
no egotistic gains
just empathic flow
an inner calm
My soft, synthetic heart
dreams of life without
melancholic inner pain
dissonance inside my brain
no want for everything
but a need for the one thing
prose (2/2), toy/synthetic feels
My soft, synthetic heart
dreams of silicon and fiber
in a world that sees me alien
so I am, unabashedly inhuman
alchemizing ontological dissonance
into my inorganic bones