𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘

ii - blank

blank is the word to describe my mind,

as i continue to type, my fingers glide over my dusted keyboard, tapping out useless words to fill up my time.

yet it might not be so useless at all if your eyes are still glued to the screen,

for in the chaos of keys and clicks, these words dance in your heads, how serene.