I feel as if my life is on pause. I hear nothing… nor can I see much of anything by only a mere glow being cast by a single wax candle’s flame. I cannot summon myself a friend to ease my pain in this lapse of normality or occupy my troubled mind with much. The only thing now keeping me sane is having this paper before me and pen in my hand, expressing my thoughts in ink. Oh cruel fate, I must ask… why of all things would you take my electricity from me?

Taking electricity from my house is ripping the very heart from my chest for the duration of its abcense. My music! I cannot listen to my music and songs are what calm my nerves. I now face my nervous condition with no antidote. My source of song, my beloved stereo, needs electricity to thrive! The electric currents through the stereo’s cords and wires are the streams of blood running their course through my veins!

No electricity… I am without a phone… I cannot afford a cell phone due to insufficient funds… curse food! I can now call no one with lack of a source of ample communication. By the time that I have sat down and written letters and then stamped and mailed them… too much time will have surpassed and I should think I will either have my electricity back or my sanity gone from me due to a lack thereof. If I only had my friends… or at least one… but they cannot heed to a call that I cannot make!

I once had the option of sitting idly at the computer and viewing random sites of interest or typing to people, telling them of my boredom. Oh, if only I could do that now! Instead I must tell this paper and the paper offers no comfort or sympathy. There is nothing new to be seen in this place and if there were I should have to see it by this very same candle light I am forced to use as a light source as I write away this agony! Oh, what a tragic fate today has fallen into!
I also used to humor myself at times with the comedies that once shown on the television screen which sits at the other end of this vast and vacant room. Who should make me laugh now? Instead of laughing at the blunders of dysfunctional fools, I am living a soap opera! I always did feel sorry for the soap opera fools and now I feel a soap star’s pain! Oh, woe is me that fate should stoop so low as THIS!

In short, my life is at its end for certain if I do not receive rays from the spectrum of light through my light bulb or computer screen… in fact, I think I see the light… oh, I am dying! Wait… no… rejoice! Alas, the light has returned to me! So why am I still writing? I’ve much to do and many people I have not talked to in hours! My electricity… my LIFE has returned to me!