words.
they consume me.
all i can think about is writing.
last time, though, i went too far with the pen again.
so i decided to type.
click click click
i tap each key deliberately.
my thoughts fly
this is much faster.
click click click
she can't find the words here.
they're safe and hidden.
click click click
they can't hide here forever
click click click
will she be angry again?
clickclickclick
i have to write. i have to finish.
i need someone, anyone, to read my words. my cries.
i can't be afraid.
clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick
i can't type fast enough.
i hate these hands
maybe i just need to press harder
ClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClick
faster, i need to type faster
ClicKClicKClicKClicKClicKClicKClicKClicKClicKClicKClicKClicKClicK
it's not working
CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK
why?
CLICKCLICK CLICKCLICKCLICK CLICK CLICKCLICKCLICK-
i stop.
the pads of my fingers hurt
i pressed too hard.
i look at my screen.
the document is still blank.
in my panic...
all i did was press the spacebar...
i giggle.
it's funny.
so i giggle again.
and again.
and again
and.
a g a i n.
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Poems of a Passionate, Puzzling, Pale Person
Thơ CaA little book of poems I've written recently! A few joyful, a few solemn, a few in between. A few about nature, a few about humans, whatever suits your needs! Enjoy! (Those were the only P adjectives I could think of to describe me on the spot. Than...
