Supply And Demand

I could find no connection to the internet world, for about a week, because of bad storms, crackling all around the place, but on a brighter note, my much needed supplies, finally showed up the other day.
Within the box of supplies were, four plastic gas jugs, filled with fuel, for the generator. It also included, four foam pads, and one memory foam (full size). Now I won't need to sleep in that chair anymore, because I built myself a bed, with a bunch of big sized black plastic storage boxes, which those foams fit on top of, like a glove. I sleep underneath three thick comforters, because without the bright light from the sun, warming the earth, it gets to be very very cold, when it is time for me to get some sleep.
The word from out there, is that the west side has been sealed off, from the east side, because a lot more of them, have died from, heavy gun fire. The east side is definitely winning this battle. I am glad that I live on the east side. I look forward to the day, when I can safely, go for a walk, and ride my bike again. Soon, my friends, soon.
There is more brown rice and fresh garlic, in the new box of supplies. A little bit of rice, and a lot of raw garlic, fills me up, and protects me from infections. Ever since we all lost our government health care, because the insurance companies financially collapsed, not to long after, the new health care reform was passed. We hope that we won't get sick now, because we can't afford prescription drugs, or doctors, or hospitalization. Not like it was much better, when some of us had it, and the rest of us didn't have it. All those fines adding up ... not good, not good at all.

I Silently Wait By The Door

I thought about giving up today, I wait by the door ...
My supply guy, is running behind.
I need to find my night vision goggles, I start crawling around on the floor...
The voice in my head says, be kind, please rewind.
I feel my night vision goggles, underneath my hand ...
They still work, which eases my mind.
I walk to the window, I stop and then I stand ...

I begin to focus on the darkness, outside the dirty glass
Everything is green, night vision is kind of cool to see ...
What do I see in the distance, it's some kind of mass
The closer it gets, I realize it is coming for me

I silently wait by the door ....

Bicycles And Chairs

I smile today, because I still have my bicycles, and a comfy chair to sit on, and also sleep in. I haven't had a real bed, for a long time. Truth is, I don't know, if I will ever be able to sleep on a real bed again, because I have finally gotten use to sleeping in that comfy office chair.
I still can't ride my bike, safely outside yet, because I still hear gun fire, in the distance. Luckily there are burglar bars on my windows. I re-enforced the locks, on my front door, before everything went dark.
I keep myself entertained by writing, whenever I can, when I get the server to run on generator power, and I can pick up a wireless signal, Yes, there are still wireless signals out there, for the very rich people to use, whenever they need to. When I can't do that, then I read books, or I write down my thoughts in a note book, that I saved, just for that occasion. I am limited with how much I can read or write, because I need to conserve my candles. I save the generator power for bigger tasks.
I continue to smile, because I am still able to live, even during this time of darkness. I also smile, because I should be getting a new message from my true love, via messenger, sometime soon. I will also get a new supply of drinking water. I put an order in for water, the last time my messenger was here.

Faded Memories

It seems like a long time ago. It was a time of uncertainty. No time to pick and choose, what to keep, or what to let go.
I have only a shoe box of memories. My mind has only faded memories. Memories of good times, and bad.
I can't be with you anymore. I can't even be with myself sometimes. So, I take out the shoe box, and sift through the pictures. Your smiling innocent little faces, bring tears to my eyes, and I smile back at you.
The windows are dirty, on the outside. No matter how much I clean them on the inside, the outside dirt remains.
I start to think about my one true love, and I begin to smile. He was my mentor, my best lover, my only true friend. He took them on, like a mighty warrior, he said that he would return for me, when things shifted into our favor. I will continue to wait for him.
It is time to make something to eat, even though I am never very hungry anymore. I have enough food supplies, to keep me sustained for at least a year, a year and a half, if I cut my rations down a bit, which I do more often, than not.
There is a song playing in my head now, "imagine no possessions, I wonder if you can?, no need for greed, or hunger, a brotherhood of man. Imagine all the people, sharing all the land." "you may say, i'm a dreamer, but i'm not the only one. I hope some day you'll join us, and the world will live as one."

Tell Me That I Will Be Okay

The shadows on the wall, were looking like they were growing.
The darkness, is still lingering. My light comes from candles.
I made them, before everything went very bright. I trade them for food and water, when my supplies start to dwindle. They are in the shape of mushrooms. I paint them with food coloring.
Now, if we could just make our own matches ....
Speaking of matches, I have so many match books ... I only use one or two matches a day. Need to conserve. Never know, when the light, will come back...
And you thought that this, would be all about the strange girl, who wanted to help me ... well, it's about matches and candles, something that you can never have enough of. Except for me, of course :)
Oh, and about that strange girl. I just wanted someone to tell me, that I will be okay, and she could not :(

The First Knock

Listen ... thump, thump, thump ... Is that a knock at my door, or, is it only my imagination.
Suddenly I hear a girl's voice ... "Hello? Hello?", she says, while still knocking, at my door.
At first I stay silent, then I hear her say, "Please, if someone is in there, open this door and let me in. I am here to help you to, learn how to survive."
I then ask her, "who are you?" She then answers, "I am from a time, before all of those disaster, came to pass."
I ask her, "oh yeah, and you are here now, from another time, and I am suppose to believe that?" And she answers, " yes, because I traveled here, so that I could specifically, help you."
I then decide to open the door... I gasp. She looks like she has been in an accident, half of her face is messed up. I ask her, "what happened to you? Are you hurt?" she answers," no, I'm not hurt. This happened to me, during the experimental phase, of time travel, but please, don't be afraid, I am an ancestor of yours. I may look a little scary, but I am not, what you call, a scary person. I am not here to hurt you."
I motion for her to come inside ......