Subjugating This Life

Registering deftly within, finding nothing going on, taking up a pen, writing, waiting for something to turn up. Listening to music playing on a C.D. player, loving that it can play whatever music I choose to, over and over. Subjugating this life to the background so writing can be right here and now. Loving titillating feelings experienced when being so totally concentrated in intellect, seeing or hearing nothing else around me. It's such an exquisite feeling, wanting it to stay forever, writing to my heart's content but alas, I am still alive, a human being, who has to eat, sleep and do natural things also. Finally resigning self to daily tasks at times, even though being annoyed at having to do them.