There's something about writing.
It's gorgeous flow of words,
And every one of them means something to me.
I become connected to these words that I put on this "Paper."
Because every syllable describes my every thought.
This is how I express myself.
As I sit here and wait for the words,
I realize that they're not coming.
This is a feeling I can't describe.
I think about them, about you, about us.
It gives me the best feeling,
Because I realize that this is my own little world.
And I find myself confused, because this is new to me.
I'm frustrated, because I want to write this feeling down.
But I don't know what it is.
How can you describe the unknown?
And I'm overjoyed, because it's a good feeling.
And, as I lie my head back and close my eyes,
I sigh and try to think of more words to say.
But I can' think of any.
I wish I could succeed,
But that may never happen.
Do you know that feeling?