We all know the feeling.
When you can feel the words.
When you can feel them begging to be pulled from your mind.
You can feel them straining to be written.
But when the pens starts to move
The words jumble and tumble
Overflowing all at once
Not making an ounce of sense
They beg to be pulled
But when you open the door
They only fall on top of one another
And all they seem to do is smother