I feel the intense need to write.
To satisfy this craving for words.
To make sense of what I feel.
But my mind cannot find the words to write.
My heart will not reveal what it feels.
I am free of pain, and hatred,
Yet I seem to be trying to bring these feelings back.
It is almost as If an old friend is missing
Like this is something that I have to find
My mind tells me it is time to move on
my heart cannot find it's way
So I am stuck In the world of the incontent
I am left longing for my illusive dream.


Sweet dreams