Darkness envelops the room, penetrated only by a single beam
of light shining through the window - the beam of light
originating from that white ball of dust which we call
generically "the moon" The room is comfortably heated: not
warm or cold. However, a shiver comes over me for a few moments.
I shiver not from physical chills but from emotional ones:
caused by the eerie yet entrancing tone of the music pulsing
methodically through the void that is my bedroom. This atmosphere
is conducive to mind-wandering; I think of many things in this time.
I allow my mind to wander into faraway places (though not so far
away, actually) to the beat and flow of the sounds. Here is my
world: a world in which everything I imagine happens - where I
can cause myself to laugh or cry, yet still lay snugly atop my
bed, hands behind my head, staring up into that intoxicating light
beam. Sometimes I feel alone during these times; I can only think
of how happy I would be if someone else were there with me - holding
me tight, reassuring me completely just by touch. Complete silence.
Other times I cherish this time; the darkness and loneliness is
comforting in that I can live in my own world - away from the
problems of the day - and think about anything and everything. My
mind wanders. It is here that I spend much time - concocting stories
and thoughts that will be forgotten after I drift to sleep. Creations
that are perfection: for only me to see, enjoy the beauty, and then
forget. It is a world of many emotions - a world of myself - a world
of the mind.

March 1998