Sometimes written word is not enough,
Maybe it never really has been.

A feverish dark feeling has encased my soul and heart,
Some days it hides, while others it longs for.. something.

I have thus far been unable to tap into it,
Maybe because I am not supposed to
Or maybe because I fear the outcome,
But most likely of all, a combination of the two.
So I hesitate.

The feeling invokes desire
To both create and destroy,
To love and to hate,
To give and to take.

Even if I could, I don't know what I'd do.
I don't know how I'd do it.