paint it blank

I want to write, but there are no words to express how I feel. Silence is inadequate, music makes it worse, and words... words just fail me.

I want to write, but my mind won't unwind enough to tell my fingers what to say. It's a confused mess that refuses to sort itself out, even for the page.

I want to write to ease my confusion, to identify what I feel, to express them to my favourite silent listener, my closest release.

I want to write it away... but it just refuses to be made alive with words.