Fingers tiptoe like ballerinas when things are down... Ever so gracefully... to the ballads of sorrow or mutters of delight...
Fingers fly like the rapper rapping his fingers to the adrenal rush of beats... a flow of mindless ecstasy and careless steps... the gibberish string of endless words strung together like express train on a railway track racing to an endless end... leaving twisted tongue and sorry finger tips...
the strongest of all feelings come pouring down like dotty rains on laptop screens...
imprint in black and white... the careless rumbles and mindless grumbles... that goes on for every line... a perfect and calm alignment.. an odd contrast against the chaotic turmoil of surging sobs or gleeful giggles...
as fingers paint better the smiles and tears of a perfectly human person...
