Another day in waiting

Again I'm sitting in front of the glare of my screen wondering what I can do to pass some time and again my interest has been sparked to draw a few pixels that consists of my current life. No real subject comes to mind as to what picture needs to be drawn but a need to be fulfilled must be satisfied.

Modern life has lost a lot of things in it's attempt to move forward and gain so much. Gone are the days of bliss that one receives from staring into a real fire. To feel the burn from the flame and to watch the crackle of the logs as they burst open enriching more life into such a barren world. Fire has always been a comfort to me. A primal urge to know that if you stay close nothing can harm you. To feel it's heat radiating on your skin and knowing that your guard can be dropped if only for a moment from any predators that circle your camp awaiting their opportunity to envelope you back into the circle of life.

Some people say that we live in such a protected life but they are just blind to the real threats that hide deep in the darkness. Sure we don't live in a world of monsters or beasts that would slay you only to survive themselves, but we do still live in a world of predators. People who would wipe you from this world like a bug from a windscreen if given the chance and desire. This is where the flame holds it's closest secret. It works with these people, not against. Lulling you like the soft coos of a parent only to allow them, or indeed the flame itself, the chance to take what you hold dear if you should but only blink away from your goals.

Alas I have no fire to warm my cold damp legs, only an electrical fan which holds no interesting properties and never seems to strike the cold from my body, only seems to move it from one part to another.

In my mind i can picture the fire of my ancestors. From another life perhaps. A roaring fire surrounded by stone which trys to burst forth into the blackness of night. The hunt of the day spits at it as the flames lick it's corpse. People salivate, as the smell reaches their nostrils, of the impending feast. Stars twinkle in the sky and the moon reflects the suns light onto a ground that would be impassable without it. A cooling breeze rolls through the hills carrying with it the smell of trees and life. People smile and sing. For another day has passed and today was a fruitful day.

No such life exists around me now. Only the blaring lights of a city that blocks my view of the stars and shines on a place that i could never call home. Only a cold stone bench that holds the key that enables me to vent my thoughts. Only the hum of electrical machinery. And the silence of friends and family.