Uncurling Fingers

I don’t want to uncurl my fingers

From around this mouse

If it means returning

To the real world

 

To the world outside my head

And the computer screen

 

 

And I don’t want to look away

From the blank white of this document

As I fail to type the words

Which need to be said

 

Not if it means saying them out loud

Or keeping them tight inside

 

 

And I don’t want to stop the music

That comes from the speakers

Because it has to be the meaning

And the rhythm to my whole life

 

And I’m sure my heart would stop without it

Surely it would

 

 

And I don’t want to uncurl my fingers

From around

The now warm plastic

Of this mouse

 

If it means I have to be

If it means I have to live my life

Reviews

[Chirpy!]

Thank you!
I just got inspired.

[Beatrice Mars]

I love this, it describes pefectly how you feel late at night/early in the morning, when you've been in that one place for hours and you can't leave. Great write!