I look out the window wistfully, pressing my face against
the glass. I thought this to be a rather accurate representation of what my
life had become. Watching life happen from behind a screen. Separated, but not
completely cut off. It was in this moment that I realized just how sorry I felt
for myself. Things never really had a way of working out for me, but it seemed
now that Fate was just playing with me. The warmth emanating from the laptop
that rested on my legs reminded me that I was up to something. This was, of course, nothing new, as I was
always up to something. I scroll the pages of my blog. How depressing I found
it to be now. I closed the window, considering deleting it entirely. No one
read it. When it was updated, it was always something sad. Actually, tragic is
a better word. At least I thought so.
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