I sigh, you enter, do these repeated movments cause reason for paymemt of a cursed pleasure?

Again the brain tells the body. Sicken your likeness. See the shapes in front of you as treasures you could validate.

Bend your true nature, fold your conscious to feed your human form.

I listen to it every day, the same crying song.
It saddens me, but calls to me the truth. It reminds me that I am weak, reminds me that I am not the one anymore in his eyes.
Why do I force myself to listen?

I feel the salt fall around my eyes, it burns of rememberance and regret.

Did I make a mistake? I look at you and I feel the same, lost connection.
Do I help you, or send you away?

Why should I be so selfish, staring at you with awkward longing eyes.

I should let you be happy. Free of this past that was never esstablished. To allow you room move on.

I make the space.

Nervousness,
The anxiety builds, for some class is nothing for me it is a crowded box.
****, trapped, alone in a room full of robotic strangers.