Living Vicariously

I have trouble sleeping sometimes, so I read blogs of random people at night. They are my little windows to their worlds. Thus, I am at once a poet, an engineer, a medical student, a devoted Christian, a velociraptor, a molecule. I tumble through the maze absently; I am here, but also everywhere, yet nowhere at all. Each thought is overtaken by another before it has run its course, tossing, churning, compelling, like waves caressing sand, dissolving into froth. Bubbles sing away, popping melodiously in the darkness that surrounds this part of the world. But it is not dark here, much is illuminated. That which isn't beckons me to explore, and not to look back to the familiar darkness, under which the universe ticks. The same darkness that fills my room, that cloaks the dim glow of the machine before me, that bridges all the silences and lack of words. That bridges the distance, the complexity, and obstacles of our minds. In this sublime mess, the thought of you slips gracefully into consciousness and I wonder if you too, are living vicariously.