I never knew what I wanted to write about today. I just hit the buttons on my keyboard. Let them come out letter by letter and follow the key strikes of the music.
You know it always felt so much easier with you beside me.
So much more fun when you were on the other side of the screen and reading what my fingers typed.
But now...
Now no one is ever going to read this.
Now you won't return my calls.
You won't answer my messages.
You won't even open the door no matter how many times I'll be out there ringing.
Now I'll have to sink deep in myself to find my peace again.
I'll have to flood my screen with pixels forming weird shapes, because now words are nothing but weird shapes in my eyes.
I only write them because that's what I've always been doing and that's the only thing I know.
The only way I have to channel my emotions through.
I was never good with talking.
But words would come out right behind my tongue so easily whenever I sank in me, whenever I was driven by the music and sometimes I didn't even need to listen to it. Sometimes you were my music but now,
as I said before,
now you're gone.
And now,
I'll be stuck here,
typing,
typing...
blank!
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I felt like I needed a break from writing, there is an overload in my head I cannot help, that's why you're not seeing much from me the last few days. But music brought some romantic "inspiration" last night I thought I could share. I want to get back to my stories, but my brain has so many tabs open that I can hardly concentrate. Well, it's either this or the beers from the #sevendaybeerchallenge.
Anyways, can you tell who the absent person is?
Thank you so much for your time!
Until my next post,
Steem on and keep smiling, people!
