I sit in semi-slumber.
waiting for an excuse to go to bed.
or am i waiting for one to stay awake?
my eyes are shutting, yet still, i linger in front of the lcd screen, fingers typing words across a fake page.
what is real about this?
i cant grip the pen between my fingers.
the slightly rough feel of ink gliding onto paper is missing.
the words are not formed out of connecting loops and dashes, but appear instead, as if by magic.
the conjuring of a spell. abracadabra.
there you have it.
a b r a c a d a b r a