love in space, 123456
all those ways you were looking forward
look up instead
you’re a scientist right?
yes of course
what happens to the brain in space?
sorry to disappoint you, but we don’t even know what happens to the brain on earth.
i don’t want to be a body, i want to be a line
i will take my guilt for a walk.
like a planet i’m spinning
i’m building up gravity
you are a beautiful combination of metal and bits
synthetic eyes tell me the rules of the universe
as promised there are no secrets beneath your pseudo exterior
i am archaic, made only of flesh and juices, nearly obsolete,
a secret kept me safe
preserved, studied, fetishized, i can’t believe it but, salvation is a real thing!
for now i am the guardian of the great divide breaking both our hearts
you can torture me if you want, but i will just love you and not tell you how