tortured soul

life's like a piece of blank paper.
ok, maybe not.
not right now anyway.



right now, my paper is so filled
that i don't even know if there's space for the future.
i'm sure there'll be.
its just that right now,
i'm not really certain.



i'm definitely going to have to clear off some space.
for that i just have to let go.
but i'm just not sure if i can do it.
thinking takes too much energy.
but trying to let it go, takes just as much energy.




i want to sail away.
it would be great if its in the literal sense.
but really, i just want to get away.
i just miss being happy.