In darkness we can often be found
crying inside but making no sound...

A mind lost in time
Visions so sublime...

So many things to write
so many thoughts gripping tight...

rapid fluttering through stream lines
arising at inconvenient times...

empty hole,
hollow mold...

Don't know
How I got lost...

restrictions,
losing convictions...

a puzzle in a box
incomplete and lost...

Who did I use to be,
words use to flow...

too many thoughts fill the mind
time passing by...

Be strong,
press on...

A soft breeze
flows through the air...