Scene 32: The Blue Screen

Loading, loading
waiting slowly
watching the
black
sands trickle
past
through the white hour
glass

Waiting, waiting
patiently breathing
eyes trace the
blue
bars filling
through
the grey mechanical
ruler

Freezing, freezing
panic slowly rising
trying frantically to
stop
perhaps controlling could
spot
or alternatively
not

Deleting, deleting
seeking to pacify
the possible overload
that
would result in
traps,
a completely erasing
zap



Well, it's been a month since I started this project.

It's safe to say I haven't failed yet... Though I still have a long way to go.

This first month away from home has been pretty much the same as the rest of my life, now that I think about it. Except the highs were higher, and the lows were lower, and never did I have to go home and choose what needed to be revealed. Everything was much more open, much more free, and much more safe.

However, I seemed to have forgotten that fact that I actually am at school and still need to kick into that mode. Hopefully I can remember how to listen.

And here we go again.

One month down. Eleven more to go.