This emptiness of words is trapped inside my head.
Tapping just lightly to get out,
light enough to drive me crazy!
My pencil screams to skate on the ice that is my page.
Yet the magic that is imagination is still meerly
this emptiness of words trapped inside my head.
These Vibrant words of beautiful art
that is the write are trapped.
Still tapping, slowly opening a crack in my cage.
Ideas and thoughts leek out of this jail i call my mind.
Giving me a small beginning.
Now these distractions come and seel the crack.
and now what's left is STILL
this emptiness of words trapped inside my head.
