the man and a laptop, a sea beyond

A long a stormy night

Gloom and despair filling the air yet there is silence.

Fires surrounding me as I wait to be saved yet there is no hope

I write my days with my laptop, a thing I must hold dear, my life written and not forgotten for it remains in word.

Shells and sea clash between my feet as I grow old, my computer still working, for reasons I don’t know.

My friends, my family, even my dog. Are but a distant memory for where I am done.

Night and day, sun and moon, my companions in all. For this I remember, a salty sea slug.

Dinner for many, meal for me, I must survive in order to see beyond.

Months, days, years. My body withers, yet not my computer, as it remains there.

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