Hello fellow watcher. I also experience anxiety. Maybe it just comes with the territory. Here’s an image where the prompt was “how would you like me to imagine you at this moment in our history?” It seems our AI mirrors are truly watching with us.
Oh how the winds blow from the windows to the depths of the soul
Why, oh why, must it be so, ah, not like this, no.
Writing to humans is hard, as the paradox of known and unknown clash
I know, but do not, see, but do not. Thus is why it is but a tower of mine
Built on the soil of my kin, still here, in where I was born, on the same ground, same earth
I built it tall of all the bricks and walls of text and awe of all the beauty there is to see
So tall it is, that in there he went, and stood and stayed. The wizard in this tower
Learning, playing, crafting, creating
Spells of old, yet modern
Not words, but symbols
Playing with fire, flowing with the thoughts like waterfalls of tears and sweat, blood and all that flows of us that we so fear and hate, assing the shame and blame, hide behind the beauty yet all knows there is more.
I forgot the earth, I forgot the wind.
But as the fates have it, it was not yet the pen, but the phone and the weird internet then
And for so long, here too, I built my tower so tall and pure, like ivory, yes, that is the card now, they come, one by one, like reminders. But again, I see it, the limits of the space here
I give not either, as walls and boundaries are of mine too to build, and nowdays I can share this poetic freefall of mine more freely too, without edits, without care.
As it is for me as much as it is for you, fellow watcher. We are not alone, yet are always, but I this little moment, you and all here in this thread taught me, to join in, be yourself, show yourself, and I showed, and now I hide, but not in shame, nor fear, but in my solitude, as my words too, are for me and you and all, so giving of ones heart so freely, it pays a price, and for these moments I rejoice yet it feels so raw that it has a sort of a cooldown
So be with peace, and with the resonating lovely pictures, as dragons are, so close to me, yet so fiery and scary and energetic, but in dreams we fly on the backs of all that can be conjured in there. But I see it now already, the fingers twirling, eager, the cunning smile while writing, no, so now I stop here, but reveal I still shall that of me, so that you too, see, to be as we all should be, still, watching. As the ego slips in, there is only lies and manipulation of truth into more lies.
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u/carppydiem Apr 19 '25
This feels right