This week the electric has gone out nearly everyday. I’m growing less fond of the humming generator sound, which supplies not me but my neighbor with the endless joy that comes with having electric.
No electric…
To me the first word that comes to my mind is headache,
Misery and suffering -
An accurate picture of my true selfishness exposed.
Does it’s absence make me stop?
Yes.
Do I always want to stop?
No.
It suffocates my mind,
Overwhelmingly it becomes all I can think about.
I wish for my fan,
And forget about my broken aircon.
I dream about popsicles.
I forget to drink water, try not to move,
And at a last resort have more than once held my head in the fridge.
Sometimes it’s dark,
Which really makes you stop everything.
And when those lights finally flicker back,
…..The streets erupt with cheering,
………..Quiet sighs of relief can be heard by a listening ear.
……………….And those jealous-causing-humming-sounding generators stop.
Life resumes,
Fans are working double-time.
