I'm in need of words, yet I have none.
Some hazy connections flirt constantly my mind, but they never stay long enough to grasp.
There are half-baked ideas and yearnings, insatiable cravings for words yet none are worth coming.
One might think I'm short of words but I think I'm just full of the wrong words.
It's frustrating.
The more I want the less I get.
Or is it that I don't want enough?
Blasted words.
So much to say, yet no start.
I'm stuck in a maze.