I sit.
I spaz.
I tighten my ponytail and return my twitching fingers to the keyboard.
I type.
I delete.

Sigh.

Just then, a burst.
Ideas flow through fingertips.
My hands dash as my brain directs,
painting onto a computer screen.
I sit, I edit.
I smile.

To feel myself breathe.
For my readers.
For people to see,
To sit, to edit, maybe to smile.
To share my thoughts, crazy or deep,
I write.