I feel like one of the wires that hold me attached to reality has been cut. Now sensors have stopped sending right information.

I can’t move smoothly, as a manikin in an arctic jelly pool. Just an empty manikin. Days go on, so do I. One more day, one more step. The goal is far away. Would you help me heat up the jelly? Would you eat it for me?

Everything I feel is homesick. Everything I miss is you.

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