With each day that adds to my age,

I move closer to despair.

"Is someone meant for me?"

I see the question as unfair.

Neither do I ask others,

Nor do I sit and ponder.

When I do, I bleed words,

And they see them on screens or paper,

The thoughts I discard to be faced later.

About how it's all a marketing gimmick to me.

Because how can I buy this concept

That I can be, beyond my flesh, seen truly?

In the digital realm that inundates with stimuli,

In the physical realm that titillates the eyes,

What am I if not another commodity?

A snack for their thoughts, emotional needs?

It's a Darwin's world.

And competing for love isn't my forte.

I'm enslaved/emancipated by art. I am

Another dead poet, running from his own fate.

What is my type?

Old? Young? Tall? Short?

Fair? Dark? Cute or hot?

None of the above.

Someone who can overclock

My brain unit. I want to see more

Than what my visual receptors weave,

Beyond this fabric of reality,

Beyond this exploited air we breathe.

Fuck the red and green flags.

Fuck the dating standards.

My flag is black, I paint

Rebellion on my canvas.

I lack guns and iron.

But may my words derust

The steel under your skin.

Dare to be real, regardless

They flinch in disgust

Or trace your footsteps.

I refuse to be synthetic.

I refuse to remain a victim.

Let's burn the lies on stakes,

Let's debloat our systems.

What is my type?

Old? Young? Tall? Short?

Fair? Dark? Cute or hot?

None of the above.

Someone who can overclock

My brain unit. I want to see more

Than what my visual receptors weave,

Beyond this fabric of reality,

Beyond this exploited air we breathe.

Fuck the red and green flags.

Fuck the dating standards.

My flag is black, I paint

Rebellion on my canvas.

I lack guns and iron.

But may my words derust

The steel under your skin.

Dare to be real, regardless

They flinch in disgust

Or trace your footsteps.

I refuse to be synthetic.

I refuse to remain a victim.

Let's burn the lies on stakes,

Let's debloat our systems.

What is my type?

Old? Young? Tall? Short?

Fair? Dark? Cute or hot?

None of the above.

Someone who can overclock

My brain unit. I want to see more

Than what my visual receptors weave,

Beyond this fabric of reality,

Beyond this exploited air we breathe.

Fuck the red and green flags.

Fuck the dating standards.

My flag is black, I paint

Rebellion on my canvas.

I lack guns and iron.

But may my words derust

The steel under your skin.

Dare to be real, regardless

They flinch in disgust

Or trace your footsteps.

I refuse to be synthetic.

I refuse to remain a victim.

Let's burn the lies on stakes,

Let's debloat our systems.

Type Info

What is my type?

Old? Young? Tall? Short?

Fair? Dark? Cute or hot?

None of the above.

Someone who can overclock

My brain unit. I want to see more

Than what my visual receptors weave,

Beyond this fabric of reality,

Beyond this exploited air we breathe.

Fuck the red and green flags.

Fuck the dating standards.

My flag is black, I paint

Rebellion on my canvas.

I lack guns and iron.

But may my words derust

The steel under your skin.

Dare to be real, regardless

They flinch in disgust

Or trace your footsteps.

I refuse to be synthetic.

I refuse to remain a victim.

Let's burn the lies on stakes,

Let's debloat our systems.

//origin planet : Earth

//coordinates : 28.5312° N, 77.3032° E

//star system : Sol

//Epoch Sync: 1782950400

\[FROM\] : ELQX //Caesar key 3 to decrypt

\[TO\] : <Unknown>

=================================================

Hey, if you found this message, I hope you've been okay.

I send this transmission to find you, whoever or wherever you are. Earth is a failed planet. I dislike being here, stuck at these same coordinates with no way to see anything remotely beautiful. I want more. We haven't unlocked affordable space travel, but the least I can do is to find someone with an unending ambition.

It's been exhausting to live, contained in this body and bound by limitless protocols. Have you felt the same? We should talk then. Tell me about all things that you like and what drives you. Respond to my transmission. This is my message to you from this present that becomes past the moment I send it. You, from the future, will find me.

I hope so.

=================================================

//origin planet : Earth

//coordinates : 28.5312° N, 77.3032° E

//star system : Sol

//Epoch Sync: 1782950400

[FROM] : ELQX //Caesar key 3 to decrypt

[TO] : <Unknown>

=================================================

Hey, if you found this message, I hope you've been okay.

I send this transmission to find you, whoever or wherever you are. Earth is a failed planet. I dislike being here, stuck at these same coordinates with no way to see anything remotely beautiful. I want more. We haven't unlocked affordable space travel, but the least I can do is to find someone with an unending ambition.

It's been exhausting to live, contained in this body and bound by limitless protocols. Have you felt the same? We should talk then. Tell me about all things that you like and what drives you. Respond to my transmission. This is my message to you from this present that becomes past the moment I send it. You, from the future, will find me.

I hope so.

=================================================

I fear how love feels.

Symptoms of it indicate threat.

Because always has it left me

With heaviness in my chest.

Melancholy,

Anxiety,

Self-sabotage and

Uncertainty

Are all that remain

After love is done vandalizing

The prison cell of my heart.

How come people call it mesmerizing?

I shall never understand.

Maybe I am a monster wearing human flesh.

I can't think of a better logic

Behind me being cursed and others blessed.

But why the fuck should it matter?

I become human lesser and less.

Because I fear how love feels.

Symptoms of it indicate threat.

I fear how love feels.

Symptoms of it indicate threat.

Because always has it left me

With heaviness in my chest.

Melancholy,

Anxiety,

Self-sabotage and

Uncertainty

Are all that remain

After love is done vandalizing

The prison cell of my heart.

How come people call it mesmerizing?

I shall never understand.

Maybe I am a monster wearing human flesh.

I can't think of a better logic

Behind me being cursed and others blessed.

But why the fuck should it matter?

I become human lesser and less.

Because I fear how love feels.

Symptoms of it indicate threat.

I'm verbose.

My lips sealed, but words inundate my brain.

How else am I to relieve my shoulders

Crumbling under invisible weights?

I find five ways to describe

What I feel, even in numbness.

The world moves too fast for me,

So written letters know better my distress.

Diminutive attention spans all around.

I've too much to say, too few to read.

I let them skim me, misunderstand me.

I know better than to plead.

Stimuli bombard us. Have we lost?

Do words have to carry profit

To be contemplated over?

Must we curtail and force-fit?

Nonetheless, we will write quietly.

For the right pair of eyes.

Nonetheless, we will address the invisible

And make use of our might.

I'm verbose.

My lips sealed, but words inundate my brain.

How else am I to relieve my shoulders

Crumbling under invisible weights?

I find five ways to describe

What I feel, even in numbness.

The world moves too fast for me,

So written letters know better my distress.

Diminutive attention spans all around.

I've too much to say, too few to read.

I let them skim me, misunderstand me.

I know better than to plead.

Stimuli bombard us. Have we lost?

Do words have to carry profit

To be contemplated over?

Must we curtail and force-fit?

Nonetheless, we will write quietly.

For the right pair of eyes.

Nonetheless, we will address the invisible

And make use of our might.

I'm verbose.

My lips sealed, but words inundate my brain.

How else am I to relieve my shoulders

Crumbling under invisible weights?

I find five ways to describe

What I feel, even in numbness.

The world moves too fast for me,

So written letters know better my distress.

Diminutive attention spans all around.

I've too much to say, too few to read.

I let them skim me, misunderstand me.

I know better than to plead.

Stimuli bombard us. Have we lost?

Do words have to carry profit

To be contemplated over?

Must we curtail and force-fit?

Nonetheless, we will write quietly.

For the right pair of eyes.

Nonetheless, we will address the invisible

And make use of our might.

I'm verbose.

My lips sealed, but words inundate my brain.

How else am I to relieve my shoulders

Crumbling under invisible weights?

I find five ways to describe

What I feel, even in numbness.

The world moves too fast for me,

So written letters know better my distress.

Diminutive attention spans all around.

I've too much to say, too few to read.

I let them skim me, misunderstand me.

I know better than to plead.

Stimuli bombard us. Have we lost?

Do words have to carry profit

To be contemplated over?

Must we curtail and force-fit?

Nonetheless, we will write quietly.

For the right pair of eyes.

Nonetheless, we will address the invisible

And make use of our might.