The soft clicks of the keyboard fill my senses as I write in a monotone color bursting with life. My world revolves around words and my thoughts washed cleaned by the simple simplicity of syllables moving across my tongue down my fingertips and into the blank easel of the screen. My eyes dart between moving fingers and appearing letters. The room has a subtle and crisp feel giving it the feel of late at night and darkness. my feelings are numbed by the sense of intelligence I did not know I possessed, but yet the clicking moves forward and the words bring a sense of warmth though the un ignorable silence of the soul warming it to life, this is how I feel when I write.
The Room Around Me
December 1, 2009