Something

No words express this feeling. A sentence that has been given much care and thought could not even begin to scratch the surface. I perceive myself fully. How unfortunate. It shattered my reality into fragments that scattered across the floor.

“Now what?” I ask myself.

I feel— I feel something.

Where has my muse wandered off to? It was here moments ago. Spilling every thought, every sensation onto this earth with such passion.

My words held such a fervent meaning, with much purpose behind them. Now, I feel such exhaustion when I write, when I express. Almost as if there is no purpose for such things. But I know there is. How else could I call myself human if I didn’t have the need to express— the need to yearn— the need to experience. How could I walk these lands and feel the earth beneath the soles of my feet and still get full credit for being human if that is what I truly believed.