typewriter awaits.

i have been longing for the sound of a typewriter for years. the mutually accepted relationship of my dancing thoughts and the ribbon's awaiting of these ramblings. ramblings which won't be judged or criticized, but merely embraced...

i am overflowing with joy at the moment. poetry is streaming out of me. flowing to the depths of my aching soul. aching for what lies just beyond that window. i can see it, but i am unable to touch it. i want to feel it, meet it with a touch of wordless understanding. a glance.

my cup is no longer empty.

and alas, we shall be friends.

dance. dance. dance.