If one seed fails to take root, there are infinite more chances.

An analog sun gleams over the digital city, illuminating all its glitchy, imperfect bits and bytes.

Awash in cold glow Of the Neon Light Moving Too Slow To View the Dilute Skyline Of a city that now feels like a tomb The few that are left have checked out of the room these streetways may've seen better days…

The Analog Sun pierces through the blinds and windows of The Digital City, signalling a new day has begun.

To those of you who go down the rabbit hole. It's been a long winter. <3Kat How much should I sleep? What should I eat? How to be a better friend Why am I tired, uninspired? Writer's block, world's end How much noise from your neighbor…

You greet the devil that you know.

I'm going off with my mind half-cocked.

When did we all just decide?