Being a nobody. Being reduced to nothing
before the watching eyes, an unknown figure
behind glasses, that thin shield against sight.
Otherwise blindfolded. Blindsided.

The words are literal, deliberate.
But I am far gone now,
buried in rubbish, a ghost
hoping someone finds meaning in my decay.

Farther away, the strings find me.
They always find me.
They drag me back.
I write to preserve
otherwise a blur throughout the day,
the moments I don't recognize,
mechanism of lonesome built in.

Writing for now. But the rest...
I don't want to think about the rest.
Idle as I share, staring till it wills.

Give out what is not yours.
The heinous nature. The nurture.
Nothing new. Same old me.
Spare me some decency.
How am I to tell?
Other than to write
words they don't come out.

I explained how i create audio reactive and editing visuals that move through sound,

https://www.publish0x.com/yoink-yoink/real-time-synthesis-audio-driven-generative-graphics-xmgrlxk

I have many visuals like this on my substack and patreon, which are completely free, you can learn by just subscribing for free there.

Substack


Create the aesthetic and datamoshing images and videos, you can get some free as well as paid resources for touch designer visuals, 
Patreon