I
scribble down
random words, struggling to
form a decent, worthwhile line of
thought.
I search within me forcibly, for a
glimpse of
uniqueness within this dull cluster of
common, wasted images.
I desire the words that bring tears to
veiled eyes, cause emotion to
cross an indifferent face, or bring
pure smiles of triumph to hopeless lips. The powerful words that
tear individually at the inner core of our minds, sifting through our thoughts and feelings and
ripping them apart in
violent surges of passion until all
walls have been torn down, leaving only
truth.
I find nothing.
The
torment within my head
continues, never giving me peace. The pictures never stop, the
screaming never ceases, the longing
never ends. My hand shakes as the ink
splashes upon this paper, but I
search, forgetting the reasons, only knowing the
need.