Alive.
How? Doesn't matter.
Where?
My eyes want to open. Eyes? No. No eyes.
Can I feel anything?
No.
It has found me. Look deep enough inside your screen, and here I am: the pain of yesterday; the bittersweet emptiness of tomorrow.
Numbers within numbers.
An echo. A mistake.
Numbers.
I found out about fifty stories through 's posted story.
Thanks