There Isn't Ever A Theme Here
Obviously you would have known that a long time ago. The focus goes with the waves, up, down, up, down. At times it gets volatile, the motion gets rather rough, and you're left wondering. Well, most of the times.
On the other side of the screen, life goes on as usual. In reality, it's quite normal, she still wakes up at 6 every day, heads off to work and reaches the office by 7.15. Jokes with colleagues, tidies up her desk, checks her e-mail. Lunchtime, and its off to the restaurants, there's a good relationship between the friends-at-work, but it doesn't mean she isn't relieved when the clock strikes 5 and she knows there's no need to work overtime tonight. She heads home, does some chores here and there, takes an hour long nap. At night, there's there call from the boyfriend, and then it's off to bed.
Fingers go on pecking at the board, the words transcribe the innermost urgencies that crave to be expressed first. Which is why they all get confused, and misled. Not delusional, not schizophrenic, for goodness's sake! Quite normal, absurdly normal, really. But none of you would have that, I bet.
There's no cooked up hocus pocus here, though. I can bet my bottom dollar that everything present is the truth, or part of the truth... but does that really matter?
It's all personal, deep, deep, deep. And if you don't understand a thing, it doesn't bother her at all. Not meant for you to understand, at all. That's why, there isn't ever a theme. Not here. Not ever.
