One year, his heart turned into gears with fine toothed cogs that crunched and twisted.
The next year, his mind became metal springs that were tightly wound up with angst.
The next year, his arms turned to coils of wires.
The next year, his eyes turned into steel orbs that seemed altogether void.
The man had turned into a…
R O B O T -_-
Everyone around him liked him better that way though.
They were comfortable with his automated messages and automated emotions, that were perfectly predictable and never inconvenient.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Love it! Heartbreaking though, that people might prefer that to messy human emotions 😵💫.
May we find the oil to soothe the gears of our hearts, embrace the random beauty of our minds, dance often and fling our arms, and seek to see how wonderful we are - just as we are
Ooh, this hits hard! It’s really heartbreaking how people sometimes prefer the version of you that hurts less for them.
Beautifully written