Confession Of Obsession...I could fall through a hole in the skin of the sky,
And have a better chance of explaining the how and the why.
I could stumble upon a riff in time and in space,
And find it easier to explain the why's and how's of the case.
I could listen to lectures on quantum mechanics,
And have more luck at comprehending the planets organics.
But when it comes to computers, codes and programming,
Thank God for those friends, whom upon understanding,
Proceed to help, cure and mend what I do not know,
And for their help, I will eternally owe,
Great gratitude in plentitude of magnitudinal grace;
Their lives testimonies to the whole human race;
Brains full of knowledge I couldn't possibly touch,
My own understanding is just not enough,
To overcome the confusion that I find intriguing,
A technological world that I find fatiguing,
And though I understand less of what you say,
Then I understand the why of radioactive decay,
Don't let my inability to fully comprehend,
Encourage you to patronise and condesc
The Doctor and MeHe called again; "Run!" he said
I can still remember the day I met the Doctor; a day I never wish to forget. I remember how, on what started out as a normal day of school, a strange cloud formation appeared above my head in the yard. A large, spontaneous array of clouds, spat purples, greens, reds and blues at us. I remember feeling the electricity in the air, the high voltages crashing organic life to ruins. I remember watching as trees, plants, people disappeared before my eyes.
And of course, I remember the Doctor.
He fell through the cloud formation. He fell from the atmosphere above, bathed in the strange lights of the storm. He was constantly struck by the dangerous rays, but he seemed to be invincible; unable to attain damage from the force that wiped my teachers from the face of the earth.
I still don't know how he survived the fall; "I landed on a pocket of air", he had told me as we raced together to seek shelter. I'm still not sure why he felt the need to run; h