You know...sometimes I would like to live in a box of text.

You cant make text ugly, by swooping an "r" wrong. or jumbling it together. You cant make it uneven and not sit on the page right.

When I write...it does. It just doesnt sit on the paper right. Like it doesnt wanna sit and be still. Its lead or ink. And it wants to move.

I tend to doodle sometimes.

And text...you cant type so fast other people cant read. You cant jumble your words up so that you are intelligible. You can just lay it down like so much rail-road track.

Whereas when I talk...I am too fast. Or too slow. Or I just bow out.

Box's of text may be cold and empty.

But they dont judge, they are fair.

Sometimes I wanna live in a box of text.