No Name

It's been awhile...no reasons, just no inspiration lately.
Its difficult wanting, yearning to express the way I feel when I myself have no I idea how I feel. But yet there are these spurts of moments, thoughts, words jutting out as if to touch the sky and then reversing, evaporating all to quickly to even write down. So its difficult expressing me. Instead I hide, blend in with cream smudged walls in back row seats of classes. Fallen into pattern I am just a silent being with a lost mouth. And so I come here in hopes of expressing myself, my thoughts, & feelings.

Lurking.

My head it swarms with thoughts. And as I write it is my hope my head will empty. But filled it is with thoughts of you. No matter how many I spill, your still here.