Once a Muse is there.
It shall remain to taunt the writer.
Inspire the artist to create.
Fuel the thinker to wonder.

I want to write;
But im running out of paper.
I want to write;
But it hurts with every word I jot down.

I want to create;
Make things to put you in them.
I want to create;
But I can't show you anything.

I want to think;
Think of you and I, against all odds.
I want to think;
But Im too lost in my own head.

Im out of papers. Ive written too much, yet cannot stop.
My memory is fill. Ive imagined to my own exhaustion.
Im out of time. Ive created my own utopia.

I cant breathe. Im anxious.
I cant eat. My stomach hurts.
I cant let go. My heart is in tourment.