the screen blinks on
unknowing of so many things
what i'm doing to make it change its configuration
how the sounds it's letting out effect me
why i stare, and continue to stare
what's left of thoughts
moments old,
minutes old,
months old...
able to piece together what fragments remain
new emotions arise as i watch the black and white type
marching in slow procession up its boxed off world
and react to the words they create
black and white lights
which hold behind them another like me
also staring
also watching
also waiting
listening to what
i have to say...
the screen blinks on....
and i continue to stare....
Author notes
a blind release response (quite inferior to the original) but fun nonetheless...
not my typical write, but do you like it?
Comments
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Oh, I love the trip that this write takes me on...
It makes me slightly dizzy with some wacked out feeling
This is great..great great!!
This would be a perfect song with psychadelic guitar
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