Putting It On Paper…

A white sheet for everything you feel, for every thought you have and yet you still wouldn’t have enough for all the things felt and thought daily for someone like me.

The remarks, the intakes, the life scars and remakes all just rolling around in a dome, sometimes half full, or half empty, depending on the time space and revelation.

Reaching for the right word aching for the right sentence is like trying to find a needle in a haystack but the hay is roses with thorns, all so pretty but prickly and not to be touched.

Walking around with a blank stare and ear buds in the ear so no one bothers to ask to hear what is going on in the dormitory every year is the best defense against the constant over achievers roaming around out there.

Mixing a loud amount of base and tremble with a steady beat while moving my feet day by day is the greatest defeat for the lingering morsel of what cannot be put on paper.