Suffering

I have a headache.

This stark white page isn't helping.

My eyes are closed now.

I can type with my eyes closed.

That's one of the benefits of having no life.

You pick these things up.

No lessons or anything.

No real effort to try.

It just exists within me.

It feels like I was born to do this.

Words forming rapidly as my fingers tap away.

Their process doesn't even register as a thought.

Just doing what they need to do to get things done.