I need to write.
Blah blah blah.
Write write write.
It’s my life.
Ramble on.
What do I have to say?
Nothing.
But just the clicking of the keyboard, the feeling of my fingers on the keys...
It’s what I want to make a living of.
Life. Love. Hate. Money. Love. Life.
Music.
Art.
Friends.
Love?
Not physical love. Not boyfriend love.
World love.
I love you, world.
I love you, sun.
I love you, rain.
I love you, inspiration.
I love you, cat.
Ramble on.
Life.
Good?
Sometimes.
One word sentences.
Space.
Think.
Air.
I like this.
Writing.
Without beginning.
Without end.
Well...
Is this the end?
The end is the end.
The beginning is up there.
Words.
Letters.
The Alphapet.
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
It’s all there. The very essence of every single word in the world. 26.
Twenty-six.
That’s it.
That’s all I need.
That’s all I need for rants, love letters, complaints and confessions.
All there.
26.
Twenty-six.
