Day 120: When I Stare at the Keys

When I stare at the keys I see symbols

Lines and curves of pen

Created for communication

Agreed upon sounds

Pleasing to the ears

Transferred to the walls of caves

When I stare at the keys I see unedited ideas

Randomness wiggling

Like kids with their hands shaking the sky

An ocean contained in square boxes

Waiting to be tapped

When I stare at the keys I see me

My next thought unknowing

The next line without form

I could type about all I used to be

But I’d rather tell you about now