The screen...

The screen sits in front of me blank, and yet I look at it. I wait for something to read. I wait for something to fill it from the depths. Another consciousness takes over and words begin to stream onto the page. With every clear though out of the way, writing becomes easy. It has been hard of late to give way to this consciousness. It remains locked in a cell, writing on the walls to keep sharp. “What is this,” I ask?“You will see one day,” it says with a frown.“What language is that?”“Its gibberish, that is what you see isn’t it,” it replies coldly.I decide it’s best for it to be locked up, as I walk away. There’s no telling what it might say…must be careful right now