Like always, so much to say, yet no words.
For a few minutes I blankly stare at the page. In no time I snap out of the trance only to surprise myself because I realize that I had begun to doodle.
I write another sentence, stop, and begin thinking.
All I try to figure out is the reason for not being able to express.
That thought makes me want to cry.
Shall I sit and cry all night or vent it all out on this paper?
I also think of a third option: escaping the pain and going to sleep.
It almost works.