I now have 128 ficlets, 128 comments, and 128 tags (I often skip the tags which is why I don’t have very many). So I paused to reflect on this magical number…. number 128… and then I realized, its not magical at all, its a number, just a pointless plain old number. Then I began thinking of challenges I could maybe do for number 128, but I was never any good at created challenges, so instead I wrote a ficlet about the number 128, because I can, and because it’s what I’m doing right now
1 can be depressing because it’s all alone,
or a blessing when if you feel like you want to run away.
2 can be romantic, when you hold him/her close,
or upsetting when he/she doesn’t get you.
8 can be a nice, good group to hang around with,
or the presure to do something that you do not want to do,
128 is the reason why I wrote this stupid poem
128 is why I’m writing this today.