I love the keyboard

I get lost in the keyboard

My fingers dance

Across familiar terrain of the keyboard

Blank pages, limitless

A second home in the blank pages

From letters to words, to thoughts, to dreams

Tip Tip Tap

Crisp little keyboard

Happy little keyboard

Dress the letters in stories

And the pages with narratives

Sometimes I control the keys and other times they control me

Overwhelming and empowering

Captured, enraptured, enchanted by the words

The words I create

The worlds I create

Fall between the keys (read between the lines)

Write anything anything ANYTHING

I can imitate people, portray feelings, capture an atmosphere

Not only can I travel anywhere without leaving the room, but I’m the pilot

I choose the destination

And I can take you with me if you’ll let me

Might hit a few bumps, or encounter some spelling errors

Steady rhythm and then a sudden staccato, followed by a pause, before the dance continues

You can see into the words, right through them

But rarely do you see behind them

Behind them is an author with glasses and an oversized sweater.

She wear her hair up and types with one hand

She doesn’t think she’s anything special

Simple, plain, boring even

A made for tv movie plays in the background and the taste of orange is still on her lips

She’s in love with stories, and wonder

And dreams, and art

And she’s in love, at this moment, with the keyboard

The simple, plain, boring girl

And

The simple, plain, boring keyboard.

I always thought love was a feeling. But it isn’t. Love isn’t even an emotion. Part of the reason love is so indescribable, and so misunderstood, is because love is an action. It’s something you do, is to love. I can tell you that when I’m hungry, my stomach feels like a mountain avalanche is happening inside of it; rumbling and shaking and growling, screaming to be fed. But when I’m driving, it’s so hard to explain that to someone who’s never driven before. I just drive. Start the car, change my gears, accelerate, brakes, turn signal, whatever. I just drive. I can’t explain well enough how I drive. And everyone has different ways that they explain how they drive, but it’s hard to understand until you do it yourself; then you have your own way of explaining it. That’s love. The problem with that is, you can love just about anyone or anything. I love my mom and dad. I love my sisters and brothers. I love my cat and my dog. I love my car, roses, the smell of New York City, chocolate, cheese, being warm in the winter. I love all of these things, but there is no way to really measure that love. Do I love cheese more than I love flowers? Do I love my mom more than my dad or my sisters or brothers? Just because I have any favorites, does that mean I love the color yellow any less than I love my new shoes? Love isn’t less or more. What you’re willing to do for the things and people you love, that’s what matters. I’d be willing to learn to fly using just my own two arms for my mom, I’d be willing to walk the long way home for my brand-new shoes, and I’d be willing to climb 70 feet to save my cats. If these things weigh differently for you, they may weigh the same for someone else, or in different ways. I can tell you, when I’m sad, I want to cry, I want to lock myself away, and I want to be alone. When I love, I want to save the world. Their world. Whatever it is that I love, I want to save it from harm, even from a speck of dirt. When I love, I don’t feel anything inside of me. Love isn’t how romance novels make it out to be. My heart doesn’t flutter, and I don’t lose my breath when I hear someone say, “I love you.” I don’t feel nervous to say it back anymore. I’ve only been nervous to say it to people I date. Because what if I don’t love them. What if I’m only saying it to feel something, to feel what love-story novelists say I’m supposed to feel. What if I force myself to feel that way, what if I’m tricking myself. That was before I knew the feeling doesn’t matter. What would you be willing to do for the people you love? What would you be willing to do for the people you think you love? What would I be willing to do for her? Would I be willing to fly?

Yes, that's right, love is such a base emotion. Such whimpering, simpering sentiment. Oh no, you're way too good for that nonsense. No hands held in public, no languid Sunday drives, no long kiss goodnight. I don't need any more diamonds or designer handbags. Chocolate makes me break out in hives.

So yes dear, I heard you the first time. I know you don't love me--

--You adore me!

Now be a lamb and fetch me my coat and hat. I will be out with some well muscled louts I met playing cards the other week. Don't wait up for me. And don't look at me like that, the cook made a good stew so you won't starve. Yes, yes, of course I appreciate you. No, no, I wouldn't want you to throw yourself off the balcony and ruin someone's Duesenberg.

Ta-ta, dahling!

#Challenge #Love

To NOT do what I said to do

Why?

Because I did NOT say it!

I did NOT say it today

I did NOT say it yesterday

I did NOT say it in a car

I did NOT say it on a bar

I will NOT say it eating grapes

I will NOT say it wearing capes

I shall NOT say it under there

I shall NOT say it missing underwear

I will climb the highest mountain top

Just to NOT say, "I'm right, you stupid sop!"

I will NOT say it with green eggs and ham

Because who the fuck says "Sam I am?"

I will NOT say it no matter how you push

I will NOT say it with a red spanked tush

I will NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT say it!

And so I'm right again

I win

#Challenge #Debate #AlwaysWinning #OpposingView