I write - II

...And then there are moments
When my fingers fly over the keyboard,
The thoughts, the emotions
Just swirling around like a heap of clothes
In a tumble drier
I can't read the words yet,
I only see a haze of black letters over a white background
I furiuosly type in
Trying to keep pace with my frenzied thoughts
Faster, faster,
Till I punch in the last full stop
And I fall back in my chair -
Exhausted, yet smiling
Sated...
My thoughts are awake
My mind is alive.

I write, aah bliss.I write