crowded empty spaces.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

they won't come out.
the verbs the adjectives the meaning.
nothing.
they form and deform.
going all together, all at once.
yet not at all.
no, nothing.
collisions.
blank paper.
smeared blank paper.
now crumpled.
cause those are not the words.
cause those are the words.
and I can feel it.
I feel I feel I feel.
and I know it.
but it refuses to register.
because I refuse to let it.
it won't come out of my lips.
it won't come out of my fingertips.
and it won't leave my mind.
these thoughts.
my thoughts.
nothing else.
locked.
fighting.
but very much locked.
forbidden.
for now.