Points On The Line

It's nearly 7:00 am in the morning, and I'm sitting in front of my computer listening to some random track of music that pandora.com is spewing out. I haven't slept yet. I'm not sleepy. Well I wasn't until a second ago.

I just had an extraordinarily long and convoluted conversation with a friend of mine from High School. Now for some reason I'm still reflecting on that conversation. My mind seems unable to get past it. It's complex. Not the conversation itself, I'm talking about the ideas behind the conversation. I'm missing something in it. There's a reason my mind refuses to let go of it. I don't know the reason. It just exists, and my brain seems incapable of grasping it.

An infinity of solutions whizzes through my head. This is really awkward. My brain was perfectly functional during that conversation. Now it's running at a much slower pace.

The conversation was important. I'm just unsure of why it means so much to me. I'm actually writing this essay, as my mind processes the conversation.

I suddenly feel so much closer to the person. It's as if I've gone back in time, and am re-living an experience that is past. A shadow coming into existences for a brief moment. I used to be really close to this person, and suddenly I feel as close as I've ever been, but something different.

Well, I'm done. I'm thinking again. I think the lack of sleep was just screwing around with my mind, but then again, maybe I'll eventually realize what in the world that tiny out of world experience meant.