I used to do this with words. I'd press a few keys, and I'd get something out of it. Eventually words would start flowing and swaying. They would find the mood and cling to it; grab on for dear fucking life, but not nearly as violently. That's how it used to be. I don't move so swiftly anymore. My knuckles should be crusted with dirt, rust, and age but they're not. They're still slick. 

Maybe the words are still there but they sound different. Maybe the thoughts have changed, the ideas, the fucking inspiration, the sounds of the clicking and kicking, the lights on the screen, the god damned fucking controls, the music, the fucking ear wrecking, bass screaming music! 

Wait whoa...wasn't I talking about writing?