There is no compromise allowed.

There is no compromise allowed, right now, in this one perfect moment of creation.

I have fully let go of the wheel and given the keys to my insatiable curiosity, to see what dusty roads of creativity is may lead me on. Not even I know what will be created. What will be written or photographed down those roads. Sometimes, nothing is.

But I sit in the passenger seat of my own creativity and leave my seat belt undone, carrying nothing but a pad of paper and a cheap pen. And throwing myself fully into that experience. Because, if I try to harness the words and force them onto paper, y writing will be a fraud. Written from a desire to show others what I can do rather than just stoke the fire and let myself burn in the ashes. 

No, I do not control the pen anymore. I just put it in my hands and let the ink flow with every beat of my heart. Unapologetically. Without a single person to impress but the artistic soul within.

But I surely do not control it. It’s like sand that you try to grip with your hands. The hardest you squeeze, the more of it that falls from your grasp.