Typing fingers

So I have this desperate need to hear my fingers flying and tip-tappering on the keyboard. So here's a few stuff that keeps getting stuck on my head. A bunch of odds and ends from all my writting attempts.

- So, I looked out the window, It was cold but it was the good cold. People around me rushed as they're life swirled away in the rhythm of the dance. BuT I couldn't put myself in there. Knowing my mind had to be with something...else

- Stop screaming at me! you holler out instructions. How mediocre I am, my mistakes my failures. How I fail to follow your string. How when I think I am right, you defy it. I don't know the way tp go anymore. I thought I knew, but why me? If you know that I am not god enough.

-That electric touch can send swirls in your mind. Cloud your brain and severe your judgement. But dear, have you given it a chance to see, that behind all that. I can send all my love, without being as touchy as you because I know what you need and you gotta have.

so yeah, Im fine now.

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