Velvet

Velvet

And the time has come.

To put into text.

My mind.

It feels so good.

To write again.

To type again.

To feel the click of each key,

Sliding beneath the tips,

Of my flesh.

To find and search,

For something.

That has never existed.

To feel the heat,

Of my hard drive,

Humming away on my lap,

Warming me with energy.

To see the florescent glow,

Illuminating my text.

Keeping me,

In a fog of light,

While surrounding me.

With velvet black.