A blank page before me. The keys of my computer ready to break into a symphony of clattering tap-tapping. A million metaphors and similes are at my disposal. Cloudy ideas and images float around in my head. An endless array of feelings to choose from. But i can't seem to choose. i can't find an idea that seems worth describing. My keys go silent as i try to think of a reason to say something. i look around my room. See all the worthless things i hold dear.
i look back at the blank page before me. The keys still waiting to be touched. My mind is still wandering. My fingers idle.
Then i hear the keys going tap-tap. And somehow i write what i feel, although no one will understand, except for maybe me.
-written 4/28/2011-
Then i hear the keys going tap-tap. And somehow i write what i feel, although no one will understand, except for maybe me.
-written 4/28/2011-
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