Words. Oh how I love you.
Oh how you somehow appear before my eyes on a blank document.
Click, clack, clickety, clack.
Clackety, click, clack, click.
My fingers pound against letters.
Click. Clack. Click.
Caps Lock L-O-V-E.
LOVE.
Love. Love. Love.
And I am like the Cookie Monster.
But I eat words.
Om Nom Nom
But words are like cookies.
Their delicious sentences flavorful on my tongue.
Oh. But that's talking, right?
Still.
Om Nom Nom.
Even when I write you by hand it's absobloominglutely luverly.
You're the reason I keep my sanity
The reason I get those novels written down
Words.
Karla is . . .
The end!
