The melody

The silent flow.
Those subtle movements of my fingers.
Almost in a rhythm.
This is when I am writing.
My fingers rush over the keyword.
Forming letters into words.
Arranging words to sentences.
Harmony in itself.
I can nearly hear the melody in my head.
Played by my fingers, whilst floating over the letters.
When I then close my eyes.
This melody goes on.
As my fingers don’t stop moving.
Faster, more energetic.
Freezing in a moment of silent thought.
Unrecognisable when the melody started.
But never to stop again.
– sanados

Count down from ten please

10
Green gras
the wind bends the blades
9
long road
desert
8
a half empthy glass of milk
crispy toast
7
trusted family
hugging all my beloved ones
6
lonesome trip
feeling like flying
5
sweet little baby
crying after inhaling its first breath
so full of life
reaching for the full of it
4
music?
wierd melody
3
2
i wonder
was it worth it?
is it worth it?
Am I worth it?
1
screaming silence
hope
– sanados