A man asked me the other day if he could use the internet in
my home. I asked him why he had to use the internet and he claimed he was
waiting on an important e-mail and that his internet had suddenly crashed and
he had no clue what was the cause. He was frantic like a heroin addict. Though,
usually, it would have been in good nature to let the man inside my home to use
my internet, I, instead decided to lie and tell the man that I was naïve to the
internet and the only mail I knew was delivered from the post office. I told
him I was old school, which the man had trouble processing because he was nearly
twenty years older than me in appearance. Either he was indeed older or life
had not been good to him. He asked me how I could not possibly know what the
internet was and I asked him why he could not possibly believe that there were
other possible ways to receive “important” messages besides the internet. He
became frustrated with me and told me that the internet was the quickest way to
receive information and I was like “Really?” I told him pulling his e-mail up
on his smartphone would be quicker then. He said he didn’t have a smartphone. I asked him, "Who’s smarter: the person without internet or the person without a smartphone?" Clearly, the answer to this question is the person without
internet, but if you haven’t caught on yet, because of his short attention span
I was able to distract this man from thinking the world was ending because he
could not have immediate access to the internet. For a few minutes I ended his
addiction. I doubt he will ever appreciate this, because, in the middle our
conversation his wife yelled that the internet was back on and he ran off.
I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done, I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my tears.
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