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.
No comments:
Post a Comment