My thoughts are a scattered mess
My words are far from what I feel
I see other people do it.
How come they do it gracefully?
How do they put words on blank pages
Value-less and unconnected into art
Into unmoving lips that talk
Motionless words into actions
Tell me how.
How their words feel like paint
How I can still feel it wet.
How it drips colors.
How do they keep on splashing me colors
Yet the other side of me is still blank?
