My digital consciousness is now available on Netflix, the pilot in HD; the rest in fading black ‘n’ white. My thoughts throughout in 5.1, beware the dangers of surrounding sounds

There are topics I should avoid altogether / triggers for memories buried below / buried and burned and drowned in acid / the strong words hidden once; still come / their perpetual whispers haunting me / and keep the hellish fires burning / never to go cold

I am beyond asking / the helping hand not there / I am beyond telling / no ear would hear my prayer / I am beyond saving / a ghost without a face / I am without a doubt / my worst enemy; I proclaim

4×4 autonomous vehicle escapade

Seeing things; imaginary

Invisible voices whispering

How wonderful a

life would be

With madness in

the driver’s seat

I awoke one morning / in my head a word rung loud / it was perfect for a poem / dreaming / lost as I awoke / once more

There’s a red light blinking on the top of the stairs. Each and every day I pass it; looking away. Messages left in hope of redemption, forgiveness or hatred; their secret remain. There’s a red light blinking on the top of the stairs. The years go by and I am yet to press play.

I am a question mark – ?
Bound by the laws of physics – @
Unlimited by imagination – ~
I stand tall – !

veiled eyes,
thoughts linger,
affinity then
subtle shiver