skritch

3:14am WE-AU-06-08

 

it isn't even a word

but its the sound my pen makes
as it drags across the imaginary paper
of my mind...

the click-click-clicking of keys
never quite fits
with the rhythm of my words

but that sound...
of the metal at the
tip
of my pen
crashing against the paper
as I angle the strokes

the 'skritch' of my world
...that almost stitches my words into existence...

that is the sound I hear now, even as I compose on this laptop...
in the dark
at pi-o'clock
in the morning....