Something.

Write...something.

Headphones on, and the music is pounding loudly, draining out every thought but that.
"Something".
Every second of every minute of every day, I have a billion thoughts.
Most of them are meaningless, but a few aren't. They all scream out for attention.
Sometimes I yell for them to stop.
Sometimes I cry, begging them to take their time.
Each in turn, each in sequence.
But it's always a thousand thoughts, a thousand voices wanting to be heard.
Princesses needing to be saved.
Heroes wanting to save them.
Drug addicts, down on their luck, looking for a way out.
Teenagers who hate their parents. Parents who hate their kids.
A girl whose just fallen in love, and the guy who doesn't want to give her the chance.
A million ideas. A million seeds, wishing they could bloom into anything. Something.
So the headphones pump on, inspiring me to write them down. Giving them the chance to become something.