The Hollow

Its nearly 11:00 by the time i wake up today. Seether is repeating over and over again on my stereo, but its so low that you can only hear it in complete silence. I lay, completely still, trying to listen to Shaun Morgan talk about the sameness of everything. I don't agree today, although i was completely blown away by these ideals at some point in the past. After nearly an hour of stillness in a half-conscious state I get up and log onto my computer. My cat is snoring in a chair behind me, but i'm afraid to disturb her. If I do, she may notice the squirrel that has been staring into my bedroom from the window for the past 15 minues. Its amazing...the difference between our worlds. I try to see the creatures eyes. Do i detect jealousy? Hunger? Cold? No...just fear for its safety from the barbaric best sitting at the keyboard through the other side of the looking glass. We are Parallel...this creature and I. We could watch each other's existance forever...but we will never cross. Because as hard as each of us try to cohabitate...My culture is eating away at his.Finally fear wins over the small creature, and he scuttles away. If he had stayed outside MY window for a few more minutes...i may have given him a name. Another example of our assumed dominance over everything. Forget that, in case of a horrible storm...his chances of survival are better than mine, because my food comes in colored packages ready to eat, and his he actually knows how to work for. I wonder who looks at dominance and intelligence and decides what is what and who its awarded to.
There is a phone next to me...it has taunted me for the last hour; because there is someone i want to call. I want my little piece of plastic to contact another piece a sub-town away. But instead of me picking up the phone and creating this transaction, it rings. A signal that elsewere, someone is trying to commit the same connection i do. Except this call is not for me. So i press end and stop the dull grating sound. I can hear a fainter dull sound echoing elsewere in the house. Apparently, no one else wants this phone call either. We allow the ringing to die. No one knows what this ignored phone call has done to the caller...whether they are relieved their duty call was not answered, or desperate for an answer and upon recieving none they have gone crazy.
The phone has been quiet for awhile now. Everyone knows we are not picking up, so no one will call. I know it will be the same when i call who i want to...because it is the day after a holiday and no one wants to be bothered. I am, however, going insane in my own head from staring at a computer screen for hours...researching and uninstalling a video game i'll rarely play. Because i don't have the patience for that particular fake world. Maybe i don't like the idea of travelling some creator's maze of plots and subplots while trying to beat it's system by winning. Funny how technology can resemble a few aspects of life.
This newest realization has honestly depressed me. So instead of reading the last paragraph i will stare out my bedroom window. It is cold looking outside. But as i have not thrust my hand out my window...i have no idea whether or not its true. I'm checking my rooftop for a hopful sign of rain, some indication that it is peaceful out. But no moisture graces the cement on the ground. The squirrel is still gone...perhaps staring into the window of a more interesting person. My cat hasn't awoken through any of this...she continues to sleep as if there is nothing she will miss. The phone still hasn't rung...and i will not make a phone call.