Unwanted Commentary

I now feel a good deal more pity for the variously addicted people out there. I think I know how they feel when their addiction is taken away. All I can do is sit and think about how I didn't get that last opportunity when it was there and now it's going to be a week before I get the chance again. I'm already starting to shake.

Sympathy for the Author

I haven't had a lot of bright points lately, maybe some mildly glowing ones, but no really bright ones, and I suddenly feel the need for allegory. I sit on my little porch sometimes and look up at the night sky, searching for the stars even though I know it's a quasi-futile endeavor. Living in the City, buried in its bright glare, you only see faint pin pricks, if you're lucky, and this is one of the things I loathe about the City. So one night this one star suddenly popped into the dark sky and it mesmerized me, it was astonishing and totally unexpected. It made the City more tolerable and I've gone out every night looking for it since then, and I'm very happy when it's there and I can gaze and bask in its shimmering, sexy brilliance.

The clouds blew in and now when I look I can't see it anymore and the night is less bright. Sure the clouds will go away eventually and I know it'll be back shinier and prettier than before, but I'm sure going to miss it. . .and I really hope it's okay behind those clouds.