How it feels to writeA Story by Anonymous Me
I pull the clip from my hair, slowly letting it’s claws slip through my brown strands until they are free and clear from their entanglement and out in the air. My hands smooth the hair on top of my hands and down my shoulders until they find themselves hovering over the keyboard in just one moment of anticipation. The words seep out of my heavy heart and bleed into my spine where they are encrypted into neurological messages and sent out throughout my body. They pulsate through my veins and blur my vision until they finally light on my fingertips with a burst of overwhelming clarity.
Slowly, so slowly, I lower that first finger, letting it land gently on a silver key. And then the next. And then the next.
I watch as the words fill the page on my computer screen, and I throw my head back to let the wind of the story flush past me, relishing in the sound that my wings make when I am flying.
© 2012 Anonymous Me
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