There is something limiting, painful, empty-ing in expressing a deep seeded want. Releasing words used to grant ease; now they just terrify me that I might scare away the hope. Hope used to be what I painted with, devoured, and thought could be harnessed. No, not so.
Words. Leave me feeling empty. Hollow.
Even these words have a hollow effect...
and all that oozes out of me are these ill-formed words, purged out of me to ease the unsettling effect of using words.
