Sitting in the room, with a system on the lap... unlocking every time it goes standby... thinking of doing something, but don't know, what? Opening the browse & staring at it... checking the mail box again n again, knowing that a new mail makes my hand-held device ring... thinking of what to do, my fingers stay on the keys, & eyes stare at the screen... feeling like doing something, that produces some adrenalin... answer for which being unknown, I stare at the screen, unlock it once again... feeling like walking on a road, though not alone, but surrounded by complete loneliness & immense darkness... I stare at the screen unlocking it once again... feel like writing a poem, describing the state-of-my-mind... feel like making a film, depicting the encounters within me... but, Iam neither a poet, rhyming my feeling... nor Iam an actor, portraying emotions of manipulation... & one more dawn of frustration turns into, the darkness of night, in a matter-of-c...
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