Tonight I sat down at my laptop and thought maybe I could make something good.
For weeks there has been a buzzing in my brain like a scratchscratchscratching pencil circling in on itself endlessly and endlessly. A scrawl, a squall, a squall of scrawls in my skull.
Life's a roller-coaster and I'm in a slump.
There's no discernible reason,
no obvious problem,
no escape from my pit.
I am stuck in a body with myself
and maybe that it the problem.

My love and hate for you explodes in my heart like a thousand million magmatic excursions.

I was lost in a cave of echoes.
I couldn't speak for volume;
my own sound added to noise.