writer's block

tell me something to say to break this inadvertent cycle of holding my proverbial tongue

running out of words is a foreign concept to an artist like me, 

painting pictures with the syllables that rattle off my tongue

and yet here i sit, with absolutely no way to articulate the dreams lingering on my insides.

glimpses of the past month

"before i lay me down to sleep 

my incoherent thoughts seem to stumble into something condusive

like another world, a fairytale. 

and when i wake once again, 

i find that my seemingly captivating thoughts

were merely misfirings in my brain called

dreams."

"fear shoots down my spine, i feel like it's all coming to its demise. and then you speak little god-whispers, a lullaby that drowns out the storm."

"i wished on my star that you would be waiting for me in the distant corridors of my oh-so-fragile heart, reminding me of your willingness to take up permanent residency. oh, how i hope the search is over." 

"love, when it is true, when it is right, will complicate the simple, yet simplify the complicated. but love, when it is wrong, will complicate both the simple and the complicated."

"you asked me for a love song so i'm writing you goodbye"