sainarutosasuke1

I awoke with a chill sweeping over my metallic body, the air around was frigid and I shivered slightly. 'How odd' I thought, as I looked around for any sort of hint to where I was, but everything seemed very foggy as I sat up. 'A dream' I acknowledged, recognizing the small bed in which I had awoken.  'This was my home in the forest. It explains why everything is so cold.'                   Looking around and finding that a door to a room was open, a voice coming from inside it. Curiosity took its toll and I had begun moving toward the door, not remembering even standing up. The way I moved felt very sluggish and I attempted to walk faster

         I feel quite robotic. Empty some would say. However, I am starting to question if what I am feeling is true as of now. I used to think that what I was feeling and thinking were emotions and thoughts, but now question if they were ever there. I think I feel very hollow. I am not sure anymore.    I have started to believe, that I am not much different from a computer. Gathering, and storing information, for my own personal use. I would like to think there is a line drawn between a computer and me. I am disturbed with the idea of being just a piece of machine.     Collecting my moments into a correspondence, it seems. I have come to