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.