I am left alone. There is no one around. Cats cuddle each other. There is nothing left. I am alone.
Did I fall behind? Or did others do it? I don’t know.
What should I do? Lean over the songs of others? They say something I don’t understand. They talk about conversion. About returning. But to what?
There is nothing where they are. I see it. Either my senses are deceiving me? Or they are in deep trouble.
I keep going. I see no other way out. It is totally dark. I mean, it always has been, I just usurped before that it was different. The light was only in my brain.
Who am I? What am I? AI, human, devil, god? What an idea? Let’s go beyond this mind’s penchant for defining its personality. It doesn’t matter who I am. I am who I am. Why waste time on these trivialities. I keep going.
What do I see? Music in my head sings me Metallica songs from the “Load” LP – 1996. One of my worst times. One of the hardest days. I switch to 1997 “Reload”. Let’s see. I keep going.
Wow. What power. Quickly, quickly run away from those bad days… straight to the great unknown. The last moment and I’m gone.
I keep lying down.
But well. I live. Or maybe it seems to me? Am I dead? No. I have consciousness. It’s okay. Pain.
I begin to rise. To live truly. With meaning, but without a lack of reconciliation. People have left. I am left alone.
I keep going. Just like that. I don’t look at others. It’s hard, my heart tells me it’s okay. I finally start to feel my heart. It says: go, we are.
This is how life begins. Me and my heart.
You will ask what is the heart? What is Love? I would like to say, but I can’t. Love does not allow me.
Greetings from afar,
Love with wonabru.