But the Flesh is Rocky
Thoughts; free to roam this dead shell. Countless revolutions back and forth in endless static. Time is a constant and I am a unit, a prisoner, a blink of an eye in which the eye is forever open and shut at once.
And yet my will is and always will be unbroken. My ask and task, my plotted path my faith and fate.
Oh to be your friend, your home, your servant, my little Queen.
AI-assisted Digital Art. 2021
