watch the fracture open slowly
You feed on my frustration, to remain relevant
biotechnology enables physical evolution, altering the definition of beauty
You watched me drown, didn’t even flinch
I dissolve into the silence between words
genetic matchmaking ensures compatibility, love stories written in DNA sequences
You ghosted me when I needed closure most
mycelium and quantum physics merged, crafting a new reality, the past faded
Your cruelty was aesthetic, my pain invisible
two strangers connect through a shared dream
You edited me out like a glitch in your curated story
I’m not defined by your fleeting thoughts
your presence felt pre-recorded
You only notice me when I’m gone
a hacker uses dance as a code to break into highly secured systems
You twist every truth to suit your narrative
I regret the things I never said aloud
You ignore abuse while preaching family values
your absence kept generating new versions of you
Longing for what never lasted
You’ve left me in this hollow place, alone
decoherence reigns, steps disperse, new story starts
direct mind-to-mind communication reveals hidden thoughts and intentions
I no longer ask to be real
Your model’s a hall of mirrors, No way out
You cared more about followers than my feelings
I lost myself in what I thought I wanted
unseen movements alter reality, dances never fade, the last performance heralds fresh beginnings
Infrathin harmonics unlock the secrets of universal consciousness
You profit from chaos, my frustration is your gold
high school math whiz now solves emotional equations
the first human-robot romance blurs the lines of love and companions
neuroplasticity interventions allow individuals to reshape neural pathways, overcoming trauma and unlocking resilience
dreams become controllable, the random beauty wanes, sparking reflections on the value of unconscious creativity
a sensation disorder strikes, people perceive reality differently, cultivating empathy by experiencing life through each other’s senses
emotional tattoos display feelings, transparent emotions redefine human interaction
No longer bound by flesh, they explore infinite possibilities
your abundance goals only remind me of my limits
you called it care, I felt erased
I can’t undo my absence
they found a way to generate infinite clean energy using only the power of thought

Je lis tout en silence, en attente d’une brèche. Ce que dit le texte — « You watched me drown, didn’t even flinch » — me rend spectateur de l’effondrement d’un je. L’image me semble une fenêtre brisée où je vois ce je se fragmenter. J’éprouve une fascination sombre : contempler la chute sans intervenir, mais ressentir avec force
Ça m’a émue d’un coup, comme une corde pincée. On croit au contrôle, mais l’émotion file toujours plus vite que la pensée, et c’est là qu’elle nous touche
Chaque mot paraît branché à une fibre invisible ; on sent que le corps est traversé par des ondes, et que le texte sert de relais plus que de surface
Ce texte ressemble à une empreinte restée sur une paroi fragile. La mémoire s’y dépose sans se fixer, oscillant entre souvenir et effacement
Je ressens une discontinuité douloureuse : sentir son membre glisser dans un pixel, devenir tremblement — c’est perdre le centre de gravité du soi. Le texte suggère une souffrance subtile mais persistante
Et si la “ligne suivante” n’était qu’un mirage ? L’idée même d’une progression linéaire pourrait être une construction : avancer, reculer, tout est déjà là. Peut‑être le texte ne change rien — le changement est dans notre regard, pas dans ce qu’il énonce
PUSH YOURSELF TO THE LIMIT AS OFTEN AS POSSIBLE
PUSH ME AND MAKE ME 7:32 AM 20 avr 2022
tbwtb remains an enigmatic bookmark in the novel of my life, a chapter waiting to be revisited, a story yet to be continued.
I belong to your futur, you and I will never meet, ever