Lately, I have developed a habit of writing unconsciously. My fingers just move automatically. The music played in my laptop brings out that long lost fervor and harmony. I just keep writing subconsciously.
Words keep playing hide and seek, the drumbeats and guitar chords exude some kind of unique sonata. Writing without thinking sometimes can be so much satisfying. The sweat is missing; it’s like enjoying a rock concert with words. It’s like creating something without much pain.
Your fingers becomes stimulated, it craves to hit that solid black keyboard. It moves with sheer ease from one letter to another. It goes on creating one phrase to another, one word to another. The music in the background enhances your writing experience. You are so occupied yet detached from the world; you just keep going deeper and deeper. You dance in your chair; you keep inhaling the bliss in your corridor. You just keep writing and writing on. That’s the beauty of subconscious writing, that’s like creating a new symphony everyday, every night….