Sitting in a dark room
sipping a sip of liquor
typing on my keyboard
seeing words form before me
on my screen.
This is my moment in time.
the five minutes it takes me to dull out these characters
from my hands
to my screen
onto my blog
to your eyes
into your mind
shared to a friend
back to me
every sip I take from my glow-in-the-dark plastic publix cup is one more sip to a dulled mind
an intellect brought to a lower level of mind numbing happiness
I deleted the previous sentence with the full idea that it was too much information
you will never get to read that one sentence for it no longer exists
that sentence I deleted may have been the difference between life or death
love or eternal loneliness
or maybe it was utter and complete non-sense
why did I delete it
what compelled me to hit the back space 74 times forever wiping out an idea that was not destined for this blog
it is said that energy/matter cannot be destroyed, but changed
so does this sentence, I felt compelled to delete, still exist?
in its original form or as a new idea?
The more I pound out these meaningless characters the farther from my mind the deleted sentence becomes
once a solid articulated idea now an incoherent thought
this poor string of ones and zeros never stood a chance
the length of time it live in this world; even quicker it was taken out
just by 74 measly strokes on the fifth largest key on my keyboard
~ J
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