Blockhead

My mind's blank...

Some call it a writer's block, but...

Am I a writer?

Can I consider myself one?

Used to scrabble about feelings,

States of mind/spirit,

Melancholies and nostalgies...

But all that in vain...

None of it was THAT important,
Since none of that has given me any sort of Light...

Any Rhyme or Reason...

Any consolation...

Just simple relief and even so...

Just not enough to forgive or forget...

When I'm trapped
I'm claustrophobic

When I'm free
I'm agoraphobic

and now that I'm lost

I'm just... speechless...

with nothing important to say
(not from me)
(not for me)

(not by me)

神龍、23日3月2013年