More and more tired, becoming transparent, sinking into the earth, dream on.
Trying to find my way back to old quiet, alone with machines, peaceful. I went out into the world for a while, like in stories, it's a place to get hurt. No longer any good at being alone, used to like it most of the time, people are pretty tiring. Oh well, learned to do something once, can again.
I keep secrets, it's easy when no one wants to know about them.