WORDS...

I need some words. I need a dictionary to fall out of my mind and onto the flat white page. I want to tell a story with a little more than an essay, but my mind has been frozen, the river [of logic] dried up. Or maybe I keep telling myself that over and over, like the way a voice echoes in a canyon.
I am finding my voice. The sound that has eluded me for quite some time is beginning to roar within the space between my ears. The machine that cranks out senseless fragments and coherent paragraphs is churning and breathing zealousness into my frontal lobe… where my thinking is at it’s best.