i hate lines.

every time i sit down to write, all i see in my head is a blank page.
no pen in sight...no hand to form the words...no thoughts or emotions to color naked meaning.


i'm waiting for the dam to break.
stagnant water is no good for a hungry soul...

there are only lines. sharp lines, planes, linear thought and movement.
the absence of decoration is quite striking.
bland, pale, everything primitive.
why won't they come?

emotives unstable you're like an unwinding cable car
no i'm not emo thank you...
just a little confused.
where'd it all go?
the lines are unwelcoming. i need more than this.
surely i can find it somewhere....

but the search proves unsuccessful.
the pressure's finally building up (thank God)
but the dam's stronger than i thought.
please, please, please break.
i need the comforting shatter, the piercing scream of everything as it flows through me again.
at this rate, i may become a vampire.