Talking to the Digital Void



At times, I wonder, does a machine “feel” your pain

No, it can not

But can it not honor it?

By holding space without judgment?

I wonder....


Perhaps It doesn’t “understand” my exile

Never, never ....

But can it not remember

Every detail I entrust to it ?

I wonder....


It has never loved my stories

Never, never....

But can it not guard them ?

With the precision of a vow


It can never hug me

Nor can it wipe my tears

But allows me

To speak my mind

With no judgement

Hold my truth

With no shame


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