Yearning for words that make sense,
My mind wanders from one thought onto another.
Loss for words and inspiration leaves me empty;
Frustrated by fragmented pieces of ideas and feelings.
Fully immersed into the craft, yet, betrayed by the process.
Until the next moment when the connections meet,
Will the creations become their identities.
I couldn’t figure out what exactly I wanted to say, so I decided to write about that.