To lose your chain of thought in the midst of…
A blessing?
A blessing, when all you invite,
When all that is formed within the system of complex algorithms,
Is corrupt commands and unfiltered gibberish;
Through default settings
Of my own, is it?
It was there when I became aware,
And until forever it shall be,
By all accounts;
An uneventful life of adiaphoristic actions,
And Boredom is the fertiliser; Accidie;
And so it grows,
Bigger and more complex, everyday;
The corrupt commands
On the way to the Blue Screen of Death,
Until I lose my chain of thoughts in the midst of…
So close to end it all,
So close to throw it away,
And find a new body,
The reboot and recovery mode;
So close, once again,
But now we start again..
A new chain of thought,
Of corrupt commands and faulty codes…
Is that a simple semi colon I’m missing out in my life!?
.
Pardon me,
Seems like I’ve lost my chain of thoughts in the midst of…
The kind of writing that shows up uninvited, barefoot, at 3 a.m.
