Man…
I’m sitting in front of my old desktop computer, which I gave to my roommates when I realized they didn’t have one, and I’m trying to write…but I can’t.
It’s probably just a mental thing but…man I miss my laptop.
I didn’t cherish him like I should have. I complained and banged and never gave him any rest. I always thought he’d be there for me but he hasn’t.
I miss….
Twittering
Wikipedia
Googling random topics
I miss…
blogging
Creating articles for websites
Reading
Learning
Exploring
Sharing
Connecting
I miss it all…
I never realized how much my life was connected to the internet until it was gone.
And now I sit here uncomfortable cramped up trying to get these emotions out yet I can’t.
I’ve built up all of these walls around me without even thinking about it because I felt like I didn’t need physical connections since I had my baby, my laptop.
When will my missing parts come? I don’t know. Will they allow me to power on, to sing my song, to give my gift of language and love?
I miss my laptop.
But I am not my laptop.
Man…lemme go. This shit doesn’t even make any sense.
I wanna write so badly…
See…
It’s not working.