Coughing up cough medicine

No signposting destiny.

No directions to fate.

No closer to getting nowhere.

No fortune cookies, No tarot readings, No insights, no plans,
Just long, lazy days of nothingness blinking one to the next.
Occasionally marked out in pain, sometimes with aggravation, always sanding and grating the soul.
But mostly just an unspoilt calm slick as I slide from day off to day off, mildly sedated, entirely unwilling and wholly unaware of the external realities of my life.
But I get my exercise too; I imagine.
I imagine my name flicking through computers, possibly 3 or 4 a day. On a quickly scrolling list, alive on the screen for just a second, my name, and then nothing. Occasionally highlighted for an offer, correspondance, an unpaid bill. Occasionally removed from nothingness by this gaudy lettering, thats my exercise, as I lie there unmoving. My name, out there on a computer, completely out of my control.
I am information. Compiled data.
Entertaining.

Slowly, the sleeping beast is awakening.

I am beginning to see great and wonderful things.