Writing thoughts as I slit my mind. I settle upon a string and follow till it ends. Letting my legs and feet dangle from a thought. I savor it. A feeling of completion from understanding something completed. How beautiful it all becomes as it unfolds so well. No story told that could unfold here, it has. Watch as my pen completes the thought. A period of finality placed just right. Writing just to write. Because we can’t stop.