Blank pages and overflowing thoughts.

So many feelings have ran through my mind this past month.
No outlet, no computer.
Writing by hand is great when you don't have a computer but I always end up forgetting what I was writing.
Takes too long to get it all on paper, much too much to get out.

And then my chance at writing, and what do I write?

Nothing.
Maybe that's just what I need.

To keep the page blank for once.
Good night.

Life should consist of rainy days and a constant cloudy haze.

These days are so ridiculous.
Hours spent wanting, days spent needing.
All the while you ignore your feelings.
Tuck them away and consider only instinct.

These days are so monotonous.
A minute passes.
Sixty seconds, the hum of a tune in your head.
You sing it louder, to drown out the thoughts you cant erase.

These days are so tiring.
You laugh and you smile.
You go through the routine,
day in and day out.
To show that you'll make it.

When really all you want is freedom.
Out of this city, out of this time.
Wishing it was just 2 years from now.
When you can hop on that plane
and fly into the neverending.

That place with nothing to hold you back
and no one to tie you down.

We'll spraypaint our secrets to the world.

Graffiti the side of a runaway train.
An endless web of tracks,
they'll encircle the world.

Let it be, shout it out.
A secret for the world to see.