Reinstalling my System (1/9)
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
Hi. After storm and stress, I find
I can't do much right now
But wag my cursor back and forth
And watch the progress bar.
The screen's still in a foreign tongue:
I have to guess its meaning,
But hopefully my mind will work
After repair and cleaning.
My mind's not meant to multitask--
I quickly lose my thread;
But my poor, thirsty, eager heart
Loves ev'ry soul who's said
A loving thing, a kind remark,
A friendly phrase of praise,
And when they treat me as a friend,
Affection grows and stays--
And that's a flaw, or error, that
That handbook doesn't mention;
When love begins, it should attach--
Just one should get attention,
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
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