((I've been writing in a real, physical journal for a while now and liked this entry so much I decided to write it in here, too.))
Sometimes I feel like a broken machine- like my old computer, which whirs to life-
or at least I think it does, but only the fan is working-
and I'm only breathing, my mind rarely able to decide on activities or execute them.
I try to pretend that everything's running as normal but wonder how long it will be until the O.S. switches on again.
But I'll keep going, even if the memory breaks and the programming language becomes corrupted.
A hardrive may become dented but sometimes a miracle keeps it going- even if it's just for a moment longer.
or at least I think it does, but only the fan is working-
and I'm only breathing, my mind rarely able to decide on activities or execute them.
I try to pretend that everything's running as normal but wonder how long it will be until the O.S. switches on again.
But I'll keep going, even if the memory breaks and the programming language becomes corrupted.
A hardrive may become dented but sometimes a miracle keeps it going- even if it's just for a moment longer.
