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Day Twenty Seven: Clockwork

Your mechanical typing
Truly resembles clockwork.

Although I am aware
That you are, at present,
Heartlessly and mindlessly at work,
I cannot help but compare you to clockwork.

The many gears of your mind are turning,
Your hands continually typing,
Your soul is now nonexistent,
And your heart seems to have failing power.

Such a lively person so lifeless,
Can even strike something called pity,
Yet I know you well,
And can only cackle at your half-heartedness.

But my, What is this?
It seems my laughter has raised your spirits,
And now you happily chat with me,
While your work lays forgotten.

– Maya Desdemona

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Day Twenty Six: Daydreaming

I am here,
Though my mind is anywhere but.

That mind refuses to be caged
In the tight confines of the cranium,
And freely roams the world.

The tragedies of Old
And comedies that are new
Are where you will find mine,
Forever seeking entertainment.

Oftentimes I wonder
Why it leaves me behind.
Take me with you, dear mind,
Don't leave the flesh behind on this planet.

Yet the mind will forever only watch,
Never feel the emotions that
It travels Fact and Fiction to see.

I suppose,
In this sense,
A closed cage is better than
Never feeling what one sees.

– Maya Desdemona

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Day Twenty Four: A Thought On The Human Mind

I suppose the reason I find the human mind the most rotten of all is only because it is the only one I know and understand. 
There could be something way more malicious, but a human being would never know, for one can only truly communicate with other humans. 
...
How terrifying.

– Maya Desdemona