I find nothing to write.

Astounding, no?

Outspoken as I am, yet,

I'm speechless.

The glowing fluorescent, swaying trees.

No inspiration.

Astonishingly naked in your eyes,

not surprised.

Life goes on; I'm normal.

Spark smothered.

Is this what it's like?

I'm happy,

yet, how can I be?

Lost, breathless.

Steal my words with my breath?

Given freely,

for you're worth much more.

Still puzzled,

though, I'm left asking "Why?"