Me, Myself, Solitude & I

I am restless.
I am a paradox.
I seem to be full of energy and also none.
I slip and slide.
I flip and turn.

I leap out bed finally.
I grill some taiwan sausages.
I gulp down a glass of milk.
I fill my tummy.
I go back to the room.

I walk out of it again.
I park myself in the living room.
I sit in the darkness.
I ponder and I think. About everthing and nothing.
I am one with the solitude.

I flip the switch on the TV remote.
I channel surf and the flickering images bring some momentary distraction.
I watch Oprah for awhile and as I sit in the still blackness.
I realise I am not really listening to her.
I flick the TV off again.

I sit there again as my mind swarms with things and emptiness.
I think about a gazillion number of things.
I think about zilchness.
I get up and go back to my room.
I switch on the PC.

I am here now.
I am tired but I am not.
I want to sleep but I cannot.
I will log off now and I will try again.
I am still restless though, very much so.