F 0.4 — Read

What else is there to say that haven't been said by the hands of those that came before me. What is my thing, what is my writing about. I can't conjure the visions that others did, in a delicate and wrenching way. Making you feel pain in the anticipation of a final line where you can finally say "ah, relief" there is no relief here only hustle only going as fast as you can and as fast as your fingers allow you to go. There is no relief my friend, we don't get to be relieved of the angst and acute pain in the middle of the belly. We don't get relief from the words that are blurring rushing moving faster in your mind. Don't try to get them to stop because they will persist even harder, they will let you know how dumb of you to think that you're in control when you're not. You never were. You're an artist, a creator, a writer and your words are more important than your peace of mind, what is a piece of mind anyway, we don't get to be relieved. Just go on friend, go on in the journey because these words will be read and they won't be ready these words will be read and they won't be ready.