A blank world.
Rectangular and thin, a pure white color.
The line flies across it with black scribbles.
Scribbles that form shapes and designs for things called words.
One after another, separated by a space.
Space created by a dash.
Black, black, black, click space.
These words mean something.
They tell a story, write, a poem…
These words make my being.
Click, symbol, clack, symbol, click, clack, click, clack
Space. Space. Space.
Never enough space.
Clack, click, word and space
Dot. Dot. Dot. Symbol, symbol, symbol…
A blank world, isn't so blank any more.