If I could just get the words out.
If I could just explain in enough detail.
If I could just-
Just do something.
Think of something.
If I could just get the words out, past the walls in my mind and onto the page.
If I could.
If I could still feel alive from doing this-
If I could just start, from anywhere; simply just start.
My hand shaking-
If I could, I would’ve been doing it from the beginning but, I’m not.
I’m not getting the words out.
I’m not living through my art.
I’m not depending on anything.
Anything is mine.
Nothing is mine.
But if I could write-
To write again; I would give it all for that one moment of complete contentment.