Day Four

I was accused of drifting into the land of erotica yesterday. I'm not sure if I can help it. My pen, or my typing hands, take on their own life when I let go. Sometimes acting out angrilly, stabbing thrusts onto the page, and at other times, soft easy flourishes of the mind gently spill across the screen. I'm not going to edit, judge, or control, I'm just going to let it out.