The words are locked between black keys with white letters

A vibrant light shines through the cracks

You can see the words if you look hard enough

They fidget in place as their excitement to emerge can’t be contained

The mind doesn’t have a story to tell

The words grow weary, hopeless — they can see the fingers looming above them, passing over without tapping the keys

What are you waiting for?

The story starts off without direction

The words spring from between the cracks and onto the screen

They play with one another as your eyes scan from left to right

Suddenly the story strikes you

Without having to think your fingers guide the way

Words cry with glee

All you had to do was start

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