Blue Sea

The walls get closer every time I breathe

I really want to write something today. But I am not sure what. I have so many ideas and can never settle on one. I could wax poetic about my favorite artists and their words. And maybe some similar souls would concur. We love how she writes about depression. It makes us feel seen. His poems are mesmerizing in how he speaks. And to be honest I love them all. To read from those I put on pedestals. Ideas fly around my mind like elusive crows. The thoughts and faux worlds I have which nobody knows. Stories upon stories grow and collapse. Like some great ocean to sail yet without a map. I do not know my destination, nor the path there. So I sit in my chair and say, I really want to write something today.

{cover art: The Bedroom by Vincent van Gogh}