OIA'I'O
the longer i live
"Is there?" You ask, your voice retaining that almost sterile and far-away sort of cadence that normally others find so cold and bothersome.
"Here...?" You glance around in the dimness. "Literal?" You ask, unsure. The qualifier of more than before is one you appreciate as it's one you can understand without the full context. "Do you think you will ever be fully real?"
"Here...?" You glance around in the dimness. "Literal?" You ask, unsure. The qualifier of more than before is one you appreciate as it's one you can understand without the full context. "Do you think you will ever be fully real?"
the longer it feels
