Sunday, April 6, 2014

Broken Boy Toy Soldier

Sometimes it feels like I have a child in my arms. A small boy that waits for my move, my affection in order to respond. Like an inanimate toy that can be cold and distant. Dead and lost. A toy that needs my tuning to come alive, that only responds to my touch.
But I don't fool myself. This boy has allowed me this power, the ability to animate it. But if he suspects that I am viewing this as a weakness or that I am taking advantage of my power, he will shut down. I will be banned and that would be it. No more tuning, no more play, no fun. Dead and lost.