I am Alive.

Quiet.

Listen.

Can you hear the noise?

The buzzing in your head?

The ringing in your ears?

It’s the glitch

and it’s filled with reverberating static.

Silence.

Watch this.

A mild haunting

between moments of time.

The present.

The past.

The future.

Blending.

Bending.

The clash of multiple worlds.

Beautiful violence in the slightest of movements.

Does it ever slow down for you?

Time melts and you are more aware than you have ever been before.

You feel every move with intensity,

you feel…

almost mechanical.

It happens to me.

And I believe

in that moment

I am glitching.

My multiple selves

are syncing,

or switching.

Revolving doors.

rEvolving.

Evolving floors.

I am sinking.

I am

Floating.

Hopeful for rest.

But the TV box is screaming with static,

interrupting the main scene of my show.

I am manic.

My finger tips reach out and feel the fuzzy world around my soul.

(Imagine how it felt when we touched the TV screens as curious kids in the 90s.)

(Or when we touched a battery to the tips of our tongues.)

It shocks my corpse back to reality.

Those tiny, prickly pins…

they seep into my skin

and I am electrified.

-I am alive.