I sit here with words jumbling inside my mind. I'm unable to force them out, unable to clear my head. My barricade for my emotions is crumbling with each song heard, each story shown, each phrase uttered so that each emotion flows with each word that flits by. Ranging from self pitty to exuberance. From deep seated jealousy to passions untold. Rage to the deepest of melancholy  
Colors accompany each word, each sensation. Green, yellow, blue, white, black, grey, and the most prominent of all  red
A crimson so deep that it seems blood has saturated my entire being
My eyes fill with the bitterest yet sweetest of tears, but I refuse to let them overflow  
No, I will not. For that would be infantile.
I am a strong woman whose thoughts are just that, thoughts, words, emotions...
How I long to put these words down just so I can feel peace from the *storm raging inside