This is a little view into my mind, I had writers block or whatever and felt frustrated by it.
I want to sing with my thoughts, but I don't know the words.
I want to explain what I don't understand...my creativity is stillborn...my desire unfulfilled.
I am looking down into a quiet lake...my thoughts are just showing on the other side, but when I touch them...they disappear into the ripples and light.
If I could hold my breath, and step through the looking glass...I would find the words I search for.
If I could take my mind and remove it from distraction...I would have no limit to what I could express.
My thoughts flee from me...leaving behind a shadowy dream of phrases...words, characters, and ideas.
Left to smolder on... unheeded, and alone.