Tactile poetry
i feel like my laptop's password is a kind of tactile poetry?
the way my hands move across the keyboard...
i don't know how to explain it.
it just feels right,
so unique.
i've had many passwords,
all are different,
some are auto-generated by my password manager.
but my laptop's password is one of those I created myself
and learned.
i don't know if it is because i know it by heart,
but it feels very poetic.
as if my hands could speak,
as if touch was a way of speaking,
of writing,
of expressing one's emotions.
it's the flow of my hands through the keyboard.
maybe there's poetry in all senses?
maybe there's beauty in the smallest things...