It needs to get out.

If I knew how to say it, I’d be able to free myself from the burden of not getting past the point that motivates me to get it out in the first place.

If I knew how to say it, everything would be so clear that I wouldn’t gain anything from saying it. But also, it is not guaranteed that anyone at all would gain anything from it either. The finished product may be so foreign that it fails to attract attention, fails to be recognized, fails to be seen and understood.

It is not a thought. It is the urge for a thought to be brought to completion, after which point I am freed from it.

It occupies me, lives off of the resources my body provides. It is transforming me into the next me.

It needs to get out.