Delve

Seeing me, but not really seeing me
catching glimpses of a ghosted persona
reacting the best way she can to what she has seen
trying to moderate an immutable environment
counting on the uncertain
A vast, eternal realm of gray.
Where even your next step is questionable.
You catch yourself falling, but going nowhere
Plunging into uncertainty, but all the while, never getting close to the edge.
Damn it all. All the protocols, the rules.
Rules the Collective make, and expect all to follow without question.
Then there is this place, some call it love.
This is truly a strange place.
A place of brief happiness and infinite sorrow.
A place of contradictions. A moment of pleasure, a lifetime of pain.
More pain. Grinding away, bit by bit, taking its toll on nothing.
Feeding on nothing, living on nothing, caring for nothing.
Until that is all that exists.
Nothing.

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