And So… Life Begins

And So… Life Begins

The keys are mere plastic things. Their stark, white letters stare up at the ceiling. But each of them is a piece of me. Parts of my life, my heart and my soul. I tap, tap, tap to the rhythm of the pulse I hear between my ears. My blood runs as my fingers glide across black, unfeeling squares. The very lives of the unknown hang on each key stroke. They hide my dreams and my nightmares. To release those dreams, I am slave to the keyboard. Yet, with it, I am master to those hidden worlds that are only a breath away; a mere keystroke away from beginning life.

© 2018 Penny Wilson


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