Let us no write about anything in particular. Let us leave this page untitled. For once in our lives, let us not run after a specific boundary we need to right inside of. We have so many things to talk, things that might not be connected to each other, and that is why we assume that we might not write them in a single essay.
Today I write everything. My fear and my happiness in the same story, on the same page, not demarcated by headings and titles. Just pure, simple writing. With fingers moving on the keyboard, trying to make a tune out of it. And lips reciting whatever it is I write, before I even write it.
Let us talk about love and hate and school and nature and anxiety and dogs, all at once. Why pick one word or one sentence and spend the rest of an hour exaggerating it when we have so much more to write about?
Why do we even pay attention to what the reader wants to read? Once in a while, shouldn’t we write everything that we want to? We need to focus more on our satisfaction. Is the document in front of me enough to help me sleep in the night, or will I be haunted by everything that I couldn’t write, right when I wanted to.
It is a funny business, to write something. I have no idea as to what I am writing, I don’t know if you understand it either. But I know that I like how these words are not preceded by a title, and that I can pour my heart out, without thinking too much.