I wish it was easy for me to write down my thoughts.
At first the words are dormant, suspended in the deep, black abyss –
A dimension in my mind.
A place where I yearn to swim.
Sometimes, I can only access it in my day-dreams or in my restless sleep.
My place is a quiet beach.
When the world gets too loud, and the chaos is stifling, this is where I escape.
Where alone- I am me.
I watch the words, my feeling, my loves, floating in the ocean right there –
in front of me.
They form fragments of sentences with each break on the beach,
only to get lost in its retreat back to the endless sea.
Help me find my words!
I scream out across the turbulent ocean.
Bring them back! – I demand.
The roaring laughter from the waves just drown my requests.
I must look so silly.
So I just sit and wait for my words to return to me.
