I suffer from a digital disease, like many others.
My face is constantly illuminated by the soft glow of a screen, as sleep escapes me.
My fingers are sewn to this keyboard, damned to type for eternity.
I drink my prescribed poison everyday just feel warmth in my chest despite my throat becoming red and raw.
I use this platform to express my disseminated thoughts, but there's a catch.
I cannot allow my true identity to be revealed, for my very existence has been tarnished by this programmed plague.
I have built a wall around myself with these pixels and computer codes, they have become my barrier, yet it is starting to fall.
I want nothing more than to escape from the harsh grasp of this data processor and to feel real warmth.
My tongue has grown accustomed to the taste of poison and I long for something new and tangible.
These thoughts have led me to my final conclusion, I must become substantial before I can experience true authenticity.
I am removing myself from this digital disease, I am ready to unveil pieces of myself to those who hide behind their screens.