from melisdvash
One hand.
Sometimes I type with one hand.
Or like today,
With one finger.
My thoughts,
Which used to rush out
Like a river in full flood
Stayed only by the speed
At which my fingers could
Fly across the keyboard.
My thoughts
Come much slower now
And deeper
With persistence.
To learn craft, you must master technique.
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Love is love and everything else is something else
Thanks for the reblog. 🙂
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It’s even more powerful on the third read. 🙂
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