I was created in a form of fragility that relies on external sources in order to survive.

The one mistake my designers made was to put the me and the myself in the same person, at the same time. My mind is not quad core... I get overwhelmed. And obviously I reboot, but the projects are often lost. Cache memory is unable to load previous sessions.
I... am afraid, ashamed... to spread wings again.

Yes, I am creative, but I cannot use my creation against others. I feel my blood jammed against the walls of my veins and I scratch my brain into feelings with the desire of doing more.

It's me, and I am for ever. I'm not going to leave. But what will myself do if me hides?... Why did I have to break the balance? Why didn't I grab me and don't let it get away...? I played myself. And both of Me regrets everything,

but mostly I regret doubting getting back.
I regret clinging to that moment, the one moment
which had me
and killed me.

I have no power
to control.
...no urge
to be.
...no courage
to stand out.
and no faith that I can
,
because I believed
and me deceived I.
and I tried
but me was fighting against.

Photo: Duality by ~thedarkinfinity