Rusty

Focusedheart

Through all, smile. Through the worst, smirk.
A creak of joints, the soft snapping of bones and cartilage. Hands flexing over the keyboard.
Rusty
How long?
Stare is blank
Mind empty
Rusty
How long?
Then a smile as the words began to flow. There in that space, things grew, thoughts made to expand.
Finally words upon the screen.
Though rusty, still words.
 
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