It always feels… right
As if that’s what I was meant to do, from the very first day
From the day I was born.
And I end up doing it for hours straight, without even realizing
That I spent an entire evening alone in my room
Or that my fingers hurt from typing too fast for too long.
Sometimes, they ask me:
“Isn’t it tiring?”
Yes. Yes it is, sometimes.
But I don’t care.
Not one bit.
Because that’s what I do. That’s what I’ll always do.
Because that’s what I love to do.