i cannot think
my mind is clouded
and im trying to write papers
that are dripping with facts and numbers
when the only lines
that come to me are fitted
in prose..
flowery words
and images
big and small
and
beautiful.
mechanics
oh how i wish i could embrace them!
and that the ink of my pen
would flow!
it has been dry
for
far
too
long..
inspiration
i am longing for it
craving for
the right
words.