Im sitting here, with my pen limply in my hand

they are words,

someone elses words that teach me someone elses thoughts

but admist this tunnel of darkness as i drown in thoughtless learning

a firefly

glowing faintly

my mind wanders

within those moments i glimpse of true inovation

focus i say

in the monocrome of stiffling measured dose inteligence the camera flashes

the bright light of the flash blinds me for a second before i comprehend the jumble in my mind

an poloroid of colour ignites my creativy and i think of words i create and thoughts i create

these thoughts mean nothing and everything

beacuse in these moment is where i see my true creativy

but these thoughts are limited by the lexicon of my tongue

a paradox of expression