I search all the books
I search paper for words,
They are as blank, as is my mind
I cant get the full word out
Its stuck between my
Tongue,
Finger,
Mind,
I try to will a full spread of words of
Thoughts,
Ink,
But its not enough
I stare at the white quietness
It screams nothing back
It is just blank paper
Unused,
Pure like snow
So I build a paper aeroplane,
Throwing it in to the air
It flies high, soring
Like a thought should be,
Free,
Not grounded,
Flowing,
Then words were released
I had to just let them fly free
Not kept hidden, but for all to see.