The difference between life and death - Erica Sky

I"m sitting on the floor....

Or maybe I'm not. I could be sitting on data.

I might not even be sitting.

I might not even be human.

I know what I am now.

I'm just a creation, you can say I"m software....

Maybe I am human... no...

Doesn't seem likley does it?

Who do you think I am? I don't care anymore...

I just want to know why. Why would someone create this world for me.

A lie. My life is a lie. Nothing is real. There is no reality.

I could walk on forever and see the images.

But they would never mean anything. Cause they aren't really there.

I never will know, no one will say.

I'm brushing my hair. Is this brush real? Is this really mine?

I cut myself....Or maybe I didn't, but either way... I saw blood.

But I didn't feel....

Because I deleted it. I reset it, and now I'm doing it again.

Did you create me? Or did I create my self?

I have lost my soul....