Dear-Keydoard,

Fuck-you.I-woke-up-this-morig

i-such-a-good-mood.Although-there

was-a-slight-threat-of-rai,the-soud-of

thuder-wrapped-me-i-a-tight-hug.

There-was-o-aggig-feelig-of-detrayal

happeig-deeath-my-figertips.

My-creativty-was-flowig-freely.

The-words-movig-from-drai-to-figertips,

words-separated,floodig-oto-the-keys.

The-duzzig-of-my-drai-mixed-with-the

ull-of-oise-expected-of-early-morig.

Dut-the,like-outer-space,I-missed-the

gravity-of-the-situatio.We-are-ot-a

friedship.We-are-darely-colleagues.

I-push-you,you-do-what-I-say,

dut-sometimes,right-whe-I-eed-you,

you-do't.

So-I-thak-you,dear-keydoard,

for-deig-so-reliadle,

for-all-the-wrog-reasos.

Two-weeks-of-vacatio-is-all-I-could-hope,

Juliaa-Theis