Before Sleeping
5th September, 2010.
I lay sprawled on my bed
No phone, no music. Alone.
My face awash in the blue-white glow of the screen.
The soft clicks of my keyboard seem unworthy substitutes
for the mechanical clicker-clack of a typewriter
or the scratching scrawls of a rasping pen.
I think, and I ponder my inadequacy.
I am
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