short creations

The written word leaps off the page differently than my eyes have seen the light shine through them. If I imagine the jump from type to electron I listen to the contemplation of processes I imagined once in the night I knew to be long and dark for my own knowledge, the desire to complete connection. I think in the times in between, I act on more words than I ever thought I wouldn't know. The din of my feelings in reverse was overwhelming once I felt I had burst. The long moments of inaction were of a long trail I knew, variable animosity can be worse.