I feel like I'm on the brink of something.
I feel like something is going to come gushing out of me any second,
but when I try to make it come it recedes.
This feeling is driving me crazy.
It's like all of my creativity and inspiration and spontaneity and verve are a fiery ball in the middle of me,
but I can't seem to harness it,
I can't seem to make it mine.
It's like I have no focus.
I can't decide what to unleash the fiery ball inside of me onto, into.
Alternately, I feel empty.
I feel like crying,
like sobbing,
but there's nothing to cry about
nothing to sob with.
I feel like all of the tears that I want to cry don't exist, my tear ducts closed and dry.
All I want is to get this all out.
