it’s funny how you can go from
nothing to ten in one day as you scribble the thoughts you don’t think you can say because the keyboard feels like it’s your real home and you wish you could just sink
into the words that your fingertips now roam and
the touch of your screen calms you more than chamomile on a cold crushing day and
alliteration is the equivalent of brightening up the way as imagery floods your view and
you’re not quite sure where you are even though you haven’t moved any other muscle in an hour of just constant writing, broken only by the occasional getting up but then the
words overtake you again and you’re forced to sit back down, a slave to the very thing that makes you truly happy.