To lose your chain of thought in the midst of…
A blessing?
When all that forms inside this complex algorithm is corrupt commands
And unfiltered gibberish;
Through default settings
Of my own making, perhaps?
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, every day;
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 ending it all,
So close to throwing 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,
Built from corrupt commands and faulty codes…
Is that a simple semicolon I’m missing out in my life!?
Pardon me,
Seems like I’ve lost my chain of thought in the midst of…
The kind of writing that shows up uninvited, barefoot, at 3 a.m.
