Barely Legible

…so you start writing, just like that, mid-sentence, mid-thought, mid-???…fumbling blindly with a pen & paper (not metaphorically blindly, although…) in a darkened corner of your room, late at night, sacrificing legibility for the sake of not interrupting your flow…there’s something about light that a moment in space & time when you need things to just be still for a moment so you can gather all these…emotions, sensory inputs…inputs, nuances…no interruptions…which also explains the need for a pen & paper over your keyboard…your keyboards kills – scratch that – your keyboard stifles something about the whole process that, for some reason, needs to feel more organic…hell, if I had a twig and some fresh mud, I’d be writing in that instead. Even charcoal on a cave wall must have seemed a little too advanced for early man at some point in histo…at some point in this time-loop…continuum? Then, just as easily, randomly as it started in the middle of a…something…just as easily, it all comes to an abrupt -

NB: Wrote this while half asleep, sorry…not just barely legible, but also barely comprehensible!