Seven days of writing. There was a book suggested to be about chanelling your artistic self. To write away for seven days straight first thing in the morning. So here I am. Typing away and catalogueing whatever comes to my head.

Lauryn Hill is on the speaker. To Zion. She sings about a son she was debating on aborting. Imagine that. The first thing I write freely about without restraint.

...I lost it a little bit. Got caught up in my thoughts and the words that I feel would say abortion differently.

Singing Killing Me Softly break...

The song is still playing but I've lost interest in singing it. I think partly because I started reading back what I wrote. Corrected. And thought again... Control. I am out of it. And have the need for it.

Another cliche.