I know I must be here because I am darn certain I am not there Just a little AmeliaJake logic for the uninitiated.
A good post lies right here in the alphabet on my keyboard; my fingers rest above it. I wish this were a MacOuija Board and impulses would trigger my fingers to type the letters of beautiful sentenced full of truth and warmth and good humor. It would be nice, that.
My story lies in those letters, just waiting for someone to put them in just the right order. I look at the Qwerty board and I marvel at what 26 letters could show. I don’t know if I really know how it would read myself.