I'm A Junkie!
Not What You Think!
I wouldn't admit to anyone at first.
For days, I'd stay locked inside, wondering when I could get my next fix. I never thought I'd take it so far, but then whoever does?
It was a time when I couldn't see past the antiquated man-made tools put before me; a time when a rush took me on a colorful high. Had anyone looked inside the cubicle I holed up in, they might see me frozen, drained of my color, a black & white caricature of the AMC movies I so loved to watch.
I am a Junkie, and to this day, there's no gettin' around it.
But I'm not the Junkie you're thinkin' of. I'm a techno-junkie. Never knew nothin' 'bout nothin' when it came to online opium - to being glued in front of the monitor as words, images, and websites of interest flew past the eye, and into the mentality.
I was pecking the keys of a Brother Word Processor, thinkin' I was baaaad 'cause I'd gotten a deal on it at a store going out of bizness. It was the mid-90s and then I started seeing advertisements for WebTV. When I did, I knew I had to have that. Then I learned there was such a contraption called a computer and WebTV went out the window.
I've had my eyes peeled to the monitor's screen since opening the WWW and jonesin on that online opium.
Now I'm back at the writing game.
Been away for a bit and went into withdrawal 'cause I needed my fix.
I'm okay now; got my glasses on, and I'm writing way into the night.
Writin' way into the night 'cause my fingers are glued to the keys they stroke.
My locs tied up, and i'm good.
You feel me?
I know you know what this addiction is like.
It's a trip to Xanadu and back, it's a psychodelic crutch we can't bare to do without. It is the ecstasy of breath's cold inhale as goosebumps prickle our skin, and our mouse injects us with this opium love.
I'm ready for round 1,000,002.