Words.

Words, scrambled words. That’s all I can see. They’re more of a huge bile of messy thoughts that is just want to pour out of my head. Words that I want to make into ink, but they’re all lost in my head. My mind can’t figure out how to make those words into thoughts, and those thoughts into ideas. They say your thoughts can free you, but those scrambled thoughts are just killing me. I feel trapped in them, I feel I’m a prisoner of my own mind. Thoughts, they’re just random words that I can’t figure out. That I can’t let out, that I can’t touch or feel.