this blank slate is sure to pose questions 

i have an answer so i should write about it

i should write about what i'm feeling and why i feel that way

too many of them

way too many of what i'm unsure of, maybe

but i'm actually sure of this

still doesn't mean i'm filled with an abundance of words

what if it isn't something i can do

so easily the clanging begins

clearly wrapping around each positive thought and holding it captive for other uses 

this is important too

not to know what to say

this is important to be in on this part

every part has a purpose

right?

what is it that i'm fighting for these days?

where does this all come from? where do these questions come from?

i like that this doesn't have to make sense. 

I am able to write words and let them be words. 

or glimpses of ideas i kind of have but don't want to fully describe all of it 

so this is where it all is

these words could hold so much depth

or maybe they don't 

but i'm glad they don't have to fit a structure

even though the wiring of my brain longs for that