Formatting from beyond the seasons
November 2021 currently, my eyes and body are overwhelmed by the force of my MacBook pro. Forcefully I begin to breathe. Then the android of mine screams its notification to me. These large interruptions to my homeostasis force me into a pause for about three counts. One, two, three horrific times are upon me. Translucent fangs from outer forces slowly commence with commanded shifted plans of myself and collective rest of me, in and out of this fictitious privatized domain we all are crawling around in day and night
The relationship with him, I cannot be anything else more than what he expects me to be. This father connection with the sky began when I was born, my father's earthly existence, before he switched closer to a celestial region than myself. Because death, this is where my life is finally beginning. My mother, who shares the Earth's life with me now, I have a lot of disclosures that she does not agree with
