I think it is me.

 

 

All me.

 

 

The glitches.

 

 

All the time.

 

 

It doesn’t only happen to me.

 

 

It happens all around me. To everybody.

 

 

One time someone fell down the stairs. I went to help them up but the strange thing was that they weren’t hurt.

 

 

No bruises.

 

 

No bone fractures.

 

 

No nothing.

 

 

They were perfectly fine as if they weren’t hurt at all.

 

 

But the thing I’m curious about is would it be etched into their memory?

 

 

Would they remember the glitch?

 

 

It can be but I wouldn’t dare ask the victims of all the glitches.

 

The other day, someone was carrying a box of books. All the books fell but there was no hole on the bottom of the box.

 

 

Strange.

 

 

The books themselves can’t move but the box can?

 

 

We can never know.

 

 

It could be something wrong with the world which I refer to as the Matrix.

 

 

There will be glitches and I’ll be witnessing them.

 

 

Which I think that I am the only one who sees them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Those glitches.

 

 

 

 

 

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