You stared at the computer screen for a while. You thought that maybe, by doing so, some cosmic event would happen and flood your mind with an enormous and or a million dollar worth of idea. But you’re wrong.
You stared harder- more frustrated than before. You realized that the idea you were hoping for was still travelling from the milky way to antartica to the milky way to antartica then to Sri Lanka- it was deliberately avoiding its contact with you.
You’re angry now. You scrolled through your dashboard. Cats. Naked boys. Beautiful People. Rainbows. Rants. Beautiful boys. You felt like a potato.
You badly needed that idea. You’re life depended on it. Sort of.
You smiled. You realized how foolish you sounded. You were talking to yourself, you confirmed the notion that communication is, in fact, a social activity. You thought you’re brilliant. Sure.
You stared back at the screen. You were surprised to see how the string of words suddenly conveyed most of your thoughts. You relaxed.
You smiled. You stared at your book. You decided to call it a night.
You clicked ‘post’. You’re gone.