The computer screen obsession, by an expat

I sit, hanging out by this black box of a machine.

Not the kind of person who likes killing time, yet somehow glued to this screen.

I hang out on Facebook, and my Skype window is open. I linger on these sites, while browsing and doing other “work” I need to get done online.

Bedtime comes, my local husband is away for the evening- and I feel alone.

I sit here; gazing, hoping, wondering. . . . dreaming. . .

I suddenly see this screen as a window and see myself poking my head through it – searching for someone I know and love an ocean away.

No one is online this evening, they are all busy living their lives and doing their things and I find myself longing to be overthere– with them.

My eyes grow heavy and my bed calls me, and I reluntctly give my channels of communication one last peek- still hoping to see that lone figure waving at me across the space and lines of Internet and catching a glimpse of their far away face through the dark pane of my computer screen window.

Nothing. . . time to go to bed.


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