was the sunshine a memory or a delusion- Tales from the surface

I hadn’t wrote a poem in so long

That by the time I did, I thought

That writing a poem was an act of insanity

Who leaves their chair these days?

To actually attempt

To come up with a solution for this mind

It surely only causes more trouble

False hopes

See the mind is like a video game

The old ones,

Think james bond N64, golden eye

When you would try to walk off course of the mission as far as possible into the snowy walls surrounding the digital landscape of the game

You could never just wander out into the woods

You always got stuck

Bouncing off the walls while everything else on the game remained as is

I often wonder what the computer enemy was thinking or doing

While my character spent 20 minutes trying to walk into woods that didn’t exist anywhere

Outside of my desire and imagination

I remember the strange feeling of peculiarity I felt being trapped in the video game

Now a days we have self-replicating landscapes in our video games

And you can roam the digital wilderness

And you’re just there

And things grow accordingly,

I should buy an Xbox.