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,


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