I miss the blinking red light. It used to warm my night.  It used to be my solace.

Now it is the bane of my existence.

I pine away waiting for a blinking red light.  Then it blinks.  And it’s something else.  Someone else.


I never thought I’d miss it this much.  I never thought I was really that addicted.

I can stop at any time.  I’m can go cold turkey.

It was all the lie!

I am addicted.

I feel so alone.  I feel so disconnected.  I feel.

Wow – it sucks to feel.  Perhaps the dull numb of the past is better.


Come on blinking red light – bring me the good stuff!  Bring me some sugar.