No. Not. Nisba. Nicht. Nada. Mai. No. No. No. I don’t want to write. No. This is a no.
I acknowledge the defeat of not willing to focus to write. So, no corrections, no second thoughts. This is coming as it is coming. It is free-flowing from my fingers without reflection. It flows now, naturally. And it will stay, permanently.
It’s a no. A denial. I am acknowledging it. I accept it.
No. Not today.