a uneventful night forces me to be alone with my thoughts. |
I’m just sitting there in the dark at my computer desk, playing an old Beetles CD, staring at my bible that’s above my monitor while the smoke from a cigar dances in front of me. The light from the computer screen illuminates everything around it. I can barely make out my fan as it steadily moves towards me and away, I get cold so I turn it off. As I’m sitting here, I think about the past and how it’s will affect the future, my relationships with certain people and how they have changed during the recent months. As I sit there, I see how best friends have became like strangers to me, and how acquaintances suddenly have become close friends. I begin to smile as I reflect on the amusing times shared with some of my good friends. I snap out of that state of mind in the middle of a drag of the cigar. I notice the absence of the music as I set the cigar down on the plate I use as an ashtray. As I move the mouse to wake my computer up from a temporary sleep, the screen changes from a star filled night a bright white page, briefly blinding me. A few clicks later, I find myself logging on to myspace and viewing the playlist on my page. I get hot so I turn my fan on. As i’m looking thru my playlist, I notice a few of my friends online. Most of whom are always online, posting unnecessary things on the bulletin. I view some profiles, leave a comment or two, and discover some new things about people I thought I knew. After awhile, I get bored of it all and decide to log off. As I take the last drag of the cigar, I start up one of the movies I have saved on to my computer, usually The Godfather or Pulp Fiction. As the movie starts, I swallow a few painkiller (for my back), and take a swig of from the bottle I was holding at my side. I’m just sitting there, in the dark, watching a movie on my computer as the screen lights everything surrounding it, my fan, still blowing towards me and away. … I get cold so I turn it off. The smoke from the cigar still dances in front of me. |