These keys black beneath my fingers.
Clack clacking.
They are made of plastic. The screen is too. They are fed life by a low budget white plastic cord that runs from the wall.
Nothing, really. A cluster of keys, an illusion of a page, and a series of black scrawls meandering across the digital space. Ones and zeros. That is all they are.
But
What If
The words that are tapped out here are good words?
What if,
What if they are true and profound? What if they are terrible? Will they break hearts? Will they mend them?
What then is the value of this lump of plastic and metal at my fingertips?
Could it change the world?
Like it’s fore-father, the pen?
Could it inspire souls to do great things? This little key board at my fingertips
I hope so

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