Tonight it is just me and a bunch of words. We are alone together.All around us is darkness. While the rest sleeps we keep each other company.The words,she speaks through the keys on my laptop; me, I hear her through the words on my screen.
She is my oldest friend. We have conversations that lasts hours. We understand each other perfectly. I do not have to weigh my feelings or measure my responses. I just tell her things as they are and she accepts them as they are.
Speaking to her is precious and priceless therapy. However long the day be, however terrible I feel, I can always count on her.
When the world turns it’s back on me I go to my dear old friend for a little ‘pick me up’. She never lets me down.