No one knows my name. I can tell you what I think and what I feel but how will you ever know if it’s true?
For all you know I’m an ai bot. Nameless and emotionless, with nothing but a broken record of phrases and words used by other real people, with real feelings, with real names.
I chose my username. (Or did I? Maybe I’m the first true artificial intelligence with a name chosen by its creator.) And I can tell you what it means (except I won’t.) And I can tell you my real name (unless I’m not real.)
Would it even matter? To you, I’m words behind a screen. Patterns of shapes that come together to form something you think you understand. But I’ve never stood before you. You’ve never seen me and you likely never will.
And I’ve never seen you. I don’t know who’s reading this or how you’re reading this. It could be myself sitting in bed rereading it all again to make sure it makes sense. It could be a teen trying to make their way to their next class while in the halls, or an adult taking a break from work at their desk. Maybe you unlocked your phone and found this in solitude after crying. Or you’re scrolling through the words faster then you can actually read because you promised you would.
But as we go through our days, you’ll never know my name. And I’ll never know yours.
Another one partially inspired by mint
"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened." ~Dr. Seuss
Father Time, You didn't give me time to write this. I stole this time I should've used for something else.
I want to hate you but I know it's my fault I wasted you. Every second you gave me was a privilege not a promise.
I promise so many things. And I tell people the reason I broke them is because you're not there, Father Time.
[...Promises I(m) broke(n) the(y)m(e)...]
I say I’ll do it another time. [Spoiler] I never do.
Father Time, we’ve known each other for 807 weeks and 1 day. How many more weeks will I waste? How many more weeks before I crumble under my own guilt? How many more weeks before you can forgive me?
How many more weeks before I can forgive myself?
1 day, Father Time, One day. But not all days.
"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened." ~Dr. Seuss
Not everything blinks. A teenager addicted to their screen. An adult reading their book. A child looking up at the sky.
If you could see the world sped up, you might notice, too, how the sky seems to blink. How the world cycles between day and night and the sun peers down at the world like a pupil surrounded by blue iris. Inverse the colors of the moon and sky, too, and see another eye.
Not everything blinks. A forgotten doll left in a box, too deep for dust to reach and pile on her. (At least if there was dust she could guess how long it'd been.) A tree standing tall in the sky. The aspens might seem like they're looking at you, but they could care less for the world. (We're the ones making the problems anyway)
But for those of us that do blink It seems like everything can disappear in an instant (But doesn’t that mean everything can appear in a single instant too?)
"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened." ~Dr. Seuss
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