My Greatest Adversary Is My Keyboard

It’s time, once again, to put thought to paper, as ephemeral as it may seem.

Oh, I know it’s not really tangible. It’s merely an illusion.

Miracles, of code; of electrons.

But, far be it from me to staunch the limitless flow of my mind’s eye; ideas pour out and onto the keys, and thence to ... somewhere.

On a good day, the words are strong, and full.

You, my reader, my lover, my hater - my other adversary - can taste them. They are like lemons, or sweet honey - bitter as coffee, or warm as a roasted marshmallow.

During bad times, they rot; they reek, they stink. They do other things that are really odiferous, trying my patience, forcing me to yank out the thesaurus in frustration.

Yet, it is my own personal keyboard that thwarts my efforts at protruding into your conscious minds the most. It jerks, or hesitates. Letters form where I did not intend.

I wrestle the language, but it is the mechanical reality of a keyboard that throws me, helpless to the mat.

The intimacy I crave recedes to a distant memory.

Then, the power off, that, too, eventually fades.