Happiness

Write and just keep writing until it all comes out. Out with what? Everything. I want it all out. To pour out until there is nothing left to pour. To empty every remnant of thought. To feel as though I have given it all. Said all there is to say. But writing only allows one dimension. The words desire variety of expression. To shout! To surge from my lips with power. To drop from my mouth with weightless effort. To be set free as a delicate whisper. To sting with venom like vengeance. To confess with utter remorse. So layered are my thoughts. So clouded is my mind. I must write on until I see the grey skies break. Until the cold embrace lifts and warmth trickles in. Until others words no longer dissipate my body. Until others words resonant truth inside my soul.  Saturated by adverse perception. I want to reverse the years of misconception. To make barren the habitat of such purposeless ideas. I am starting fresh. My spirit is awakened. I am challenged. I am alive! No longer will my thoughts weigh anchor to my dreams.

Written on a writer's block. I was supposed to write about happiness. Hopefully, I'll get to that soon.