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.
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Thanks for the reblog. 🙂
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It’s even more powerful on the third read. 🙂
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