Thoughts

A Story by Colm Burke

To be honest, I'm writing this as I go along. Not entirely sure what it is I'm writing. Just thoughts on different things I suppose. Well it's kind of half fictional, half autobiographical. Though in fairness it could just be seen as a load of bull :). Th

I sit at my computer and sigh. Standing, I walk away from the computer and lay back on my bed, reaching out to press play on my C.D player. The sound of Bush's song Glycerine starts and lay back, staring at the ceiling. As I lay there, I consider all the different things that have gone on recently. The good, the bad, and the things I feel indifferent about. And I suppose too, the things I regret. Yes, even at the age of 23, I have regrets. What person doesn't? The song changes and I hear Josh Ritter's song Bone of Song come on. A smile lights my face, as this is possibly one of my favourite songs. I sing along softly, not wishing to drown out the Whisper-Rock singer.

Sitting up, I look around my small room at the clutter and mess, saying to myself one day soon I'll tidy all this up. Slowly, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep. I've been dreaming alot lately. I usually don't have dreams or at least I don't remember them. Dreams about my past. Things I regret now but hopefully will look back on in the future with the wisdom of hindsight and laugh at how trivial it all was. Faces flash through my subconscious, actions I had taken at the time, the dream slowly turns to a nightmare, then subtley back to a pleasent dream.