My mind feels like a prison. A place where all my words are locked inside, unable to escape the shackles that keep them within. My voice seems lost, incapable of expressing what my soul wants to set free. I am bound by invisible chains that seem to wrap all that I am into nonexistence. My words are wandering the valley that is my mind, an empty stranded land where inhabitants seem to vanish. My thoughts have lost their way out into this world, and unto this paper. I am but a blank face staring at a blank white page. I stop here. My mind has set a few words free. That is more than I had hoped for. Its a start, paved for a few wavering thoughts to come out of their hiding place and wander the world as they should.
