Just like that, you might have…
I can’t think about it. I can’t not think about it. I can’t push the weight of possibility off my chest. It sits there like an engine block, crushing me with parallel universes of outcomes. You could have died, before I even got to…
Know you? Touch you? Hear your drowsy voice? Whisper gibberish into your skin? Feel you come?
What?
I’m snared in the anticipation of the loss of something I will never have had.
We keep to our sides of the world, of the terminator, bleeding over into each other’s longitudes with sleek digital tongues. The uncanny magic of zeros and ones cleverly organized into letters and numbers and punctuation marks. You are everything to me and words on a screen.
I am paralyzed by the quantumness of you.
01001001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00101110 00100000 01010000 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110011 01100101 00100000 01100100 01101111 01101110 01011100 00100111 01110100 00100000 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110110 01100101 00100000 01101101 01100101 00101110
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