Trying to write,
but nothing's coming to mind.
I have all the motivation,
but I'm scribbling blind.
Somehow,
somewhere,
I've been put in a bind.
and this damn headache isn't kind.
Though there's beauty in the lack of articulation.
It invokes a sort of concentration,
that brings a sort of tangible sensation,
and I get caught up in creation.
Between the water that I'm drinking,
and the thoughts that I'm thinking,
I know I'm never sinking,
and I begin believing,
in something worth keeping.