Sat in a powercut.

Powercuts are powerful things. Which is ironic, let's face it. When alone in the dark, one has no choice but to sit and think. I think about how long the street will be sitting in pitch black. I think about how many people are thinking the same thing. I think about when the owner of the screaming car alarm is going to come outside and turn it off. I think about if it's going to get any colder or if I am going to get any more ill. I think about Christmas. And remember the Christmas years back when the same thing happened. Except the difference here is that then, all my family were together, and I wasn't sitting home alone. I think about my family and how much I worry she will one day go back to how she was. I think about the new year, wishing it will be better than this one. I think about my friends. Are they sitting in the dark? I think about the movies that I have seen in the last two days and wonder if life will ever be like that for me? I think about money, mentally counting up every penny I will have over christmas. I think about dinner. As simple as it sounds, someone has to think about it. I think about school in the morning and how much I really just do not want to be there anymore. I think about men. And who currently has my heart. Don't ask me. A simple answer is not what you will receive. I think about a job and how I do not have one and when looking over at my pile of university prospectus', I think about which one is right for me and if I will achieve my dreams. I think about the power again. Waiting for it to turn back on. Noticing more people on my street come outside and think the same things. You think about a lot when forced to. I'm not sure how I feel about life today. I am ill and want summer again. A new one. I want warmth and happiness. I want late mornings and eventful nights. I want electricity. I want a man... The lights come back on. And everyone thinks the same thing: "Thank fuck for that. I need a cuppa"