I need to write. My fingers are twitching. Each muscle readied with grit. Each digit yearns to give value to the games racketeering in my head. All ten pawns poised to play. My thumb is the favored big hitter for finding the gaps between words in timely fashion. My right ring finger loves that swift reach, grounding finality in a full stop. A victory see’s all fingers seamlessly touching base with the thoughts that appose my sanity. Let’s Play.
Today, is just one of those days….there’s a weird drone to the movements. My thumb sluggishly chimes in to ensure I don’t overrun, while the period plays the field less frequently. It is with a fainthearted fondle that this sentences finality is signaled. Bases are loaded. My mind is brooding with anticipation for what this pitch may yield. Annnnnnddddddd.