Idle and Loving It

These past few weeks since my resignation, I have spent countless hours playing Ragnarok with a mindless stare that could pierce through several layers of reality. My staple food in the form of a tasteless bag of carbohydrates to keep me energized, a stimulating brew of dark liquid to quench my thirst. As the hours roll by, messages from loved ones inquiring of my whereabouts and engaging conversations flood my almost ignored phone.

I couldn't keep count of how many times I've changed the background image in my friendster account and my messenger has been at it for days. My blood has been replaced by caffeine and I'm bouncing off the walls like a jackhammer, too hyped up to sit down or decently aim the mouse pointer at a certain link.

I've skipped meals, what day is it today? What stirs outside these walls? Phone calls I've missed, there are so many. What could they possibly want from me? Bills are waiting to be paid, I gave it a short glance.

I gave the sun a smile, I've missed him. I played with my cousin and made up for the 2 years I've lost. I kissed my mom good night and see her off to bed for a change. I had dinner with my dad, I've longed to hear his corny jokes. I spoke with my brothers, I haven't heard their voices for some time. I listened to my music and heard my heart beat once again.

I never thought I had lost so much in 2 years. Things I had for the better part of my life. I'm here to reclaim it once again. A familiar smirk swept across my face as the sun shone brightly in my dark lit room.

My best vacation yet. From where I stand, it looks promising.