Unorganized ThoughtsI have not written in some time, and I feel lost in my mind, almost feels like Im committing a crime, while Im trying to dazzle you with my one cent rhyme.
A barren waist land is what I feel and yet I write nothing still. I close my eyes and view my thoughts, a painted up picture in my head crumbles and rots, but like others before me, Im suffering writers block.
So I assure myself its just a phase, but Ive been suffering this for days, my brain is one giant maze and I cannot reach the cheese. Oh please let me reach the cheese, my imagination runs wild and starts to taunt and tease.
So as I walk through my maze, I am dumbstruck, confused and dazed. Memories, ideas and thoughts reside in these passageways; they overwhelm me and remind me of rainy days. Just like a rainy day, when I couldnt go outside and play. In my room is where I would stay. My imagination was my playground, and for hours upon hours this is where I was found. Painting be