10:10 - THE STORY OF A MINUTE by Haywire101, literature
Literature
10:10 - THE STORY OF A MINUTE
What are these numbers?
Why are they here? Where are the old numbers?
I miss them.
I missed them.
Who replaced the numbers? And by what authority?
They could have let me know.
Or perhaps they couldnt.
Perhaps I was locked away in a world outside of the numbers,
A world where the numbers could never reach me.
Oh how they pain me, demanding my attention, forcing my hand in a game I never wanted to play.
What harm could it do?
To leave me, in my own world, hidden away from these malevolent digits and their unfeeling attack on my being?
But now the numbers have changed again, and I must heed their call.
I rise with a groan, and
What is this thing you call love?
Where does it come from?
What does it do?
Is it a product of your own unstable emotional past?
Or perhaps a manifestation of your rampant sexual desire?
Could it be a hoax?
A fairytale?
A fantasy?
A hobby?
A poem?
A lie?
Science?
Magic?
Art?
And most importantly:
How can I get some?
What is this thing you call love?
Where does it come from?
What does it do?
Is it a product of your own unstable emotional past?
Or perhaps a manifestation of your rampant sexual desire?
Could it be a hoax?
A fairytale?
A fantasy?
A hobby?
A poem?
A lie?
Science?
Magic?
Art?
And most importantly:
How can I get some?
10:10 - THE STORY OF A MINUTE by Haywire101, literature
Literature
10:10 - THE STORY OF A MINUTE
What are these numbers?
Why are they here? Where are the old numbers?
I miss them.
I missed them.
Who replaced the numbers? And by what authority?
They could have let me know.
Or perhaps they couldnt.
Perhaps I was locked away in a world outside of the numbers,
A world where the numbers could never reach me.
Oh how they pain me, demanding my attention, forcing my hand in a game I never wanted to play.
What harm could it do?
To leave me, in my own world, hidden away from these malevolent digits and their unfeeling attack on my being?
But now the numbers have changed again, and I must heed their call.
I rise with a groan, and