I sit in front of the computer, but the words don't come.

There is so much I want to pour out in these lines, but the words don't come as they do. They stop at the tip of my fingers, not ready to explode onto the keys and into this world.

It is all bottled up inside of me. I don't know why.

What is this feeling of melancholy stirring inside of me? It is indescribable, inexpressible, cannot be put into words.

Feelings and emotions are such strange things. Ironic. Contradicting.

myheartfeelslikeit'sgonnaburstfromallthesadnesslikeboomboomboom.

like supernova.

silently. soundlessly.


No one knows.