Whimsical Musings of a Loon

I'm not sure why I am writing this, neither am I entirely sure who will read it (and indeed, if I even care). But I have to be honest. It is the last day of 2016, and I am tired. New year always brings self reflection. And this year is the same. However, every year always has ups and downs, good and bad, and we are misguided if we ever think any different. But the tiredness I feel is an indescribable cacophony. Its the type of tiredness that no amount of sleep will ever cure, even if you could sleep for multitudinous decades. I am drenched with fatigue. And its the exhaustion of being me. This 'me' doesn't even feel like me anymore. Someone has stolen my being and sold it off cheap on eBay like a broken piece of brick-a-brac. I don't even know who me is. Making the mistake of looking back on that digital BEST FRIEND! Facebook, I was dumbfounded. Was I that? Was I this? Social media lies and masquerades; a deadly online menace. Even I start to get fooled. The pi...

Processing power, gradually slowed, Hardware and wires, begin to corrode. Memory leakage, renders in vain, What once was strong, is now on the wane. Bright lights that were a glittering zone, Now grey and dark, the pixels are blown. There's a wretched bug hiding in code, Contaminating; nothing will load. Spiralling icons spinning and pending, Churning and twisting, so never ending. A tiresome flailing nonchalance, Waiting for.....no response. An Epidemic of bugs velcroed in code, And my own sad self, won't try to load.