Hammer the nail.

The buzzing of the monitor keeps a simple distraction from the flaming of the lights smashing my weary eyes from the screen. I try to see if I can actually visualize the sound in a tangent manner that would convince me to reach out, maybe feel its texture between my fingers. Anything really, just as long as it's different. I took two Advil, they haven't kicked in yet. I don't know why i'm here. 'If I had something better to do i'd do it.' is what I tell myself. I have a lot of things that could be considered better than this. I don't know.