Sitting here, trying to write..

Ghostly words float across my mind.

I try to catch them, intangible things—

They escape me.

Standing here, trying to speak..

Ghostly words float across my mind.

I try to speak them, vauge as they are—

They escape me.

When will I catch the words I need?

When will all the words I need

Come to me and be heard? Be seen?