I want to write about something,
Anything.
But my mind can’t seem to reach that far.
For some reason it’s blank.
My imagination is still as creative.
My inspiration,
Plentiful.
But.. something’s missing.
Like a piece of me.
Something I need to complete my heart.
Something to help me along the way.
But what?
I can’t think straight.
There’s something wrong.
Am I worried?
Am I stressed?
I don’t think so.
But then again, my world’s going down.
It’s screwed for life.
And yet,
I still want to write.
Express myself.
To make sense of myself.
I’ll find that someday.
Somewhere,
Somehow.
Until then, I’ll find something,
Anything.
Just to write about.