My arm has stopped working
My brain is shut down
My legs go where they want
My feet have no direction
I need replacements
My hands are calloused
My nose runs and runs
My knees are always bruised
My toes get blisters from dance
I need replacements
My heart is hurting
My soul is aching
My imagination left
My love's run out
I need replacements
I need replacements
But I'm attached.
I like my fingers
and toes
and bones.
I need replacements
But I am attached
I love my heart
and soul
and mind
and life.
I can't replace them.
They don't just get swapped out.
Maybe my liver, or a leg,
but a broken heart?
I'm not a robot.
My heart scares me
It beats most of the time
And skips some once in a while
And loves people that it shouldn't
But I'm attached.
I need replacements
But I'm attached.
"My heart is hurting
ReplyDeleteMy soul is aching
My imagination left
My love's run out
I need replacements"
This is good. Very good. Good.
I love this so much, way different from most of the human posts
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but I'm attached"
I fed your fish, no need to worry. I loved the last paragraph.
ReplyDeleteThis is dope. Replacements. Such a cool take on humans and robots and feelings and being alive.
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