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even with music playing i can still here the tick tocking of the kitchen clock. In this house I can here every creek crack of the wood the floor when you walk upon it. You are breathing and I know you dont want me to hear it but i do. You want to go home and I want you to stay. I want people to listen to what my voice won't say... typing alone I still cant find the words to speak... its been decades since i last shed light upon my words... my thoughts ....a bottle of wine later i can still see the bulls eye... and you can tell me what you think it means? tell me. Cause I want to hear your words. I want to hear mine. I know where the keys are with out looking but i still cant seem to find what i want to say. its funny to look at the screen without looking at my fingers i still seem to find the place just not the words. i know now i am rambling but i just want to know how well i can type right now with out looking at the keys......the keys..i need to brush my teeth now .. and now i think i will. not so soft not so soft/