Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Ballard Attempt


              
Ticking 
            It only becomes quite at the moment where their heart stops that irritating noise.  I just would like it to all stop.  When I am home is the only time I can be at peace.  The two-foot foam filled walls keep all the awful noises out and the good ones inside.  The humming of my computers flawless processing unit sings a wonderful lullaby to me as I enter this beautiful home.  Whenever I leave these small walls and gleaming personal computer apparatus I find my self in a temper that does not fit my life. 
            The first time I found peace was when I was only a young boy.  I had received my first in a line of many computers. The first night the song that the wonderful hum made within the walls of my room almost put me to sleep, something was off however.  There was this other beat I could now notice that was out of sync with the glorious hum of the spinning of the sixty gigabyte hard drive and the snapping of electricity through the wires within the power supply.  It was a awfully out of tune apparatus that beat out of tempo with this electronic symphony.  It went at a mild fifty-five beats a minute, far off from the scale of my orchestra.  I wandered the hall of the cheap condo and found the noise was that of my brother as he lay in his crib.  That thud thud was ruining every sound from my glorious room.  I had to stop it.  Placing the pillow over his face made for an easy solution and holding him down was far simpler than I thought. Once I found that the tempo to my piece had be returned to one that flowed with the instruments of electricity better I fond no reason to stay by his lifeless side.                      

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