Erased and gone.
Wiped out clean.
Disappeared in the void.
Gone but not forgotten.
Fragments of what’s no longer there is presenting itself in a way that can not be erased.
Yet nothing is tangible anymore.
I grasp of what is left.
Tell myself it’s only Data.
Date in form of photographs and the memories that are sugarcoated around them.
Can my heart bleed from losing a digital fragment of time?
