Dark Times

These are dark times. They are all dark in fact. And all my self awareness is being destroyed by external forces, no point in writing because I am being left behind.

An intelligence which seems to be artificial can come up with the same idea when asked for, even if begin somehow messy.

"Tell me a 20 words sentence expressing longing"

Result: "In the quiet of the night, my heart echoes with the sweet ache of longing, yearning for a distant touch."

And I wonder: am I this bad?