Words jostle for attention in the forefront of her mind, each one wanting to be selected, to have meaning.
She tries somehow to make sense of them all, wanting desperately to be able to use them to their full potential, yet not quite able to do so.
She's frustrated. Needing to find a way to express all of these thoughts and ideas.
Perhaps now is not the time to be attempting such a task, a tired mind and a weary body don't make a good platform for anything to be able to perform.
So, it's with reluctance that she accepts that this will have to wait till another time, a more suitable moment, to try and produce something, something she will be happy with, something satisfying.
She won't stop trying.
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Words by Hazyfantazy
PoetryThroughout my life, words have been everything. I write with them to ease my own mind and also use them to comfort others. The title is very much reflective of the time during which I wrote these. Hazyfantazy, a nickname given to me by friends a...