Wanted

I, who can never move from this plain wall, am a powerful invention! I sit still and is barely notice, except by the young with forks...poor things. What am I, you ask? I am a storyteller; filling the minds with dreams, imagination, and even hope. I am a lover, who will lift your heart in a fluttery mess. I can also split your sides with laughter. I can also heal the weak minded and weak of heart with secret sessions; totally one-on-one. I am also a teacher, exploring the world, allowing you to extend you thoughts! I can sing and soothe the heavy willed for only minutes at a time. I can also tell you what is going on across the world.1

But alas, there is no one to tell in this house anymore. All that's left is the forgotten furniture with a few small toys lost underneath. I sit here, quietly waiting for more to come share my power, to connect me to the world once again! Oh how I miss those days...her dancing to the music I gave her and him watching the championship without needing a ticket...2

The house is quieter though, without the screaming of their young and the laughter of their young...I even miss the monsters that use to dance and sing across the screen I played for them. All I have left it this solitude of the room...Oh how I pray each day that someone would come by and plug something in...at least I would be needed for those valuable minutes...I would be...wanted.