Nov 06, 2007 21:16
Fingers fly furiously as words pour onto the screen
prewritten now punched into pixels
after the cold chill the whirring fingers
like a minature generator sends heat to the body
and layers are shed like petals
a blanket falls across the back of the chair
a sweater is shed to the floor
hair is pulled back
and the fingers fly
I am procrastinating again.
I need more paragraphs in this essay, but less words.