I look at my keyboard
What could I possibly say?
How could I tell the story I see?
The characters are so strong
The lines maybe say too much
I want them to be believed
Yet, I know that they will not
It is a story of a world I see
One of pure good
One of the purest evil
How can I write it?
How could anyone see what I see?
What words could speak my words?
My thoughts are so different
Never the same as everyone’s reality
This is a story that needs to be told
My fingers have to move
The keys have to click as I touch them
The story will flow onto the screen
The words will come
The story will be told
If I could just move my fingers