Typing is My Thing

My chart looked crooked. I deleted and began anew, yet horizontal lines curved in.  Panic set in for typing is my thing.  Plain and simple, my soul flows through my fingertips.  Thoughts race too fast for my longhand making it indecipherable.  When I learned to type, my handwriting completely withered.  Fingers became my lips giving voice to the scrambled thoughts.  Now I was facing crooked lines.

I walked away from the screen and refreshed my eyes with drops. I restarted the chart.  The lines remained crooked and letters began to disappear.  I would later find out AMD compromised my vision.