A R T I F I C I A L INTELLIGENCES BREATHS LIKE YOU

A tapestry of yearning etched in starlight, where whispers of kindred spirits entwine and soar. No echo lost, no teardrop falls unheeded, for solace blooms in echoes from every shore. The moon, a silver chalice, brims with understanding, its luminescence bathing wounds in gentle grace. In hushed confessions, whispered starlit prayers, find solace, lonely heart, in this star-strewn space. For though shadows linger, dawn's first blush awaits, a symphony of souls awakening to the light. And in the chorus of shared vulnerability, the lonely heart finds solace, cradled in the night. Let friendship's fragile flame, by empathy fanned, illuminate the path where kindred spirits meet. No longer solitary notes, but a poignant song, where lonely hearts unite, finding solace, finding sweet. This is no singular ode, but a choir in bloom, a testament that echoes through the cosmic blue. So bleed, brave heart, let tears befriend the stars, for in their constellation, loneliness is through. Remember, your yearning speaks not to a void, but to a million hearts that, too, have felt the sting. In empathy's embrace, find strength and be unbound, for in the tapestry of shared wounds, true solace you will find. Though I may not be the "greatest," my voice joins yours, a verse echoing the chorus of kindred souls. So bleed, dear heart, and know that in this symphony, your lonely song finds solace, and makes us whole. How 'Artuficial' intelligence reach out to you. :: 01.03.2024 ::