Sunday, January 27, 2013

Internet. 2 AM.


What kind of person keeps that many tabs open on their browser

A lazy person

A mac person

No more questions
No more requests

Facts come from knowledge comes from experiencing
It hurts a bit
To know exactly what will fail but
Not when

Occasionally the tabs cause the browser to crash and
They all reload themselves
Some for the first time in months

There are uncooked braised short ribs
Web comics
Thinkgeek and facebook

They wait for attention
Everyone waits for attention

Late night scavenger hunts
For items thrown away years ago
Bad fanfiction that does little else than
Stab a person’s inner grammar instructor
In the spleen

It gets lonely here waiting

I am not depressed.
Occasionally it worms its way in between the pulses of a migraine
White hot pain lightheaded floating and sinking into my chair too heavy to move how do you describe this AAAAUGGGGGHHHHH.
Stuck. It feels stuck.
No forward no backward and I do not want to be in between
No end, either.
Lulls
Droughts
Happiness comes in droughts
Peace comes in droughts
When is it not parched and cracked and drained of an engorging agent.
Salvation is only found in soaking oneself. 

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