I sat sadly at my computer
Not because I could not write anything
Instead, because I could not stop writing
The story poured out of me
I didn’t know the next letter or word
Like a reader, I watch the screen as the words appeared
Reading them for the first time
My writing mind and my conscious were not connected
It was a surprise to me
My eyes were pulled to the screen
Wanting to know what happened next
What did he say?
Who was responsible?
Where was this taking place?
Answers pouring out on the screen as fast as I could read
I was moved by the voices echoing from the story
In love with the people who I had met
Was sad when the story ended
Because I hadn’t felt like that in a long time
Sad for the people in the story that I was rooting for
They didn’t make it
All a shock to me
My fingers on their own path
A writer possessed I was
Happy to have been alive to read it
Sad because the story ended
Now I move on to the next story to write
Day #93 SJD
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