maelynslavik

what to do when everything that makes us human-

art, music, creation-

is copied, stolen, created by non-human, non-living ai

what will we do?

when our very expression is being taken away from us

When I was four I wished for five, 

When I’d be in Kindergarten

When I was five I wished that preschool would come back again

Again at six I wished to age

At seven I wished the same

sipping my ice chai

listening to music with earbuds

with the fire from a candle spreading a beautiful aroma, lavender with a hint of honey

writing in a notebook

1, 2, 3, 4, 5…

Every second counted,

Every minute ticked, 

Every hour checked off, 

Every year gone.