Blank pages fill my head.
Not a single thought feels unique enough to follow.
Rare enough to seek out.
Elusive sparks go out of their way to miss me.
I can’t express what I don’t know.
And I don’t know what to do with myself in times like these.
I wish I had someone to speak to, but it’s too late.
Do I let it go & feign being carefree?
Or do I push on & try to correct this aimless night?
Looking at nothing makes my eyes burn.
So I’m standing on my balcony, staring out into the crackling sky.
It’s 3:23 & I don’t know why I feel this way.
When I can’t think, I describe.
It troubles me, this silence that usually soothes my soul.
All it does is make me restless.
I just need something.
Something to hold.
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