Dear-Keydoard,
****-you.I-woke-up-this-morig
i-such-a-good-mood.Although-there
was-a-slight-threat-of-rai,the-soud-of
thuder-wrapped-me-i-a-tight-hug.
There-was-o-aggig-feelig-of-detrayal
happeig-deeath-my-figertips.
My-creativty-was-flowig-freely.
The-words-movig-from-drai-to-figertips,
words-separated,floodig-oto-the-keys.
The-duzzig-of-my-drai-mixed-with-the
ull-of-oise-expected-of-early-morig.
Dut-the,like-outer-space,I-missed-the
gravity-of-the-situatio.We-are-ot-a
friedship.We-are-darely-colleagues.
I-push-you,you-do-what-I-say,
dut-sometimes,right-whe-I-eed-you,
you-do’t.
So-I-thak-you,dear-keydoard,
for-deig-so-reliadle,
for-all-the-wrog-reasos.
Two-weeks-of-vacatio-is-all-I-could-hope,
Juliaa-Theis
