Impatience washes over me as the mind yearns to speak. I'm searching for the words that once made my heart dance, the words that liberate me from what once confined my heart. This empty void I have to fill with words yet again, proves to be difficult and the desire to fill this void, this desire to create is hindered by a wave of restraint. I strain my mind with each word I write, each word lacking the aestheticism it deserves. Inspiration deserts me, my fingers itch and I'm left here, confined by my own mind and heart, as I yearn to speak.
