Quota

Screen glows, charges.
A blue sea behind trailed with wispy white.

tap-click-click-tap

Gray and white page, tabbed on top with five others.
A white 'B' in an orange square.
Scroll, scroll.
Time to view the Memories of a friend.

click

New tab.
Green grass and blue sky pattern. White worded name.
Below, words from the bard.
Admiration. Amusement.
Submit thoughts and click out.

click

A cosmic Symphony.
Musings on a dark map.
Destination? Unverifiable.
Docks and flowers. Land and sea. Familiar words.
Then, unfamiliar with the familiar.
Land and sea converge.
Close enough to brush fingertips...
And then away again.
Memories. Vivid thoughts.
Thoughts spoken. Moving on.

click

Down a new Highway.
A window frames a mountain.
Rain flecks.
The room fills with questions, dark thoughts.
Shadows staining a bright light from within.
Demons cry from a formless mass in a locked cage.
And then, a question.
And a painful answer.
A curtain that almost closed but was drawn back.
Shock. Sadness. Understanding.
Darker feelings.
Response - inadequate?

click

Two comments asked for. Four given.
Quota has been met.
What words will this Stone sing?
Three posts asked for.
One.
Quota unmet.