Dear Alice,
I want to write, but I'm finding it difficult to form words in my brain to make coherent sentences. I hope you understand. It's driving me insane. There are so many thoughts and ideas tumbling around in my brain that it's making it harder and harder to think as I go along. I can't seem to focus on one particular thing. I cant seem to get a grip on my writing as seeing I haven't writen in days, you probably don't want to hear any of this from me. I've missed you. Maybe when I take the time to clear my brain and organize all of the mess inside my head I'll be able to tell you everything. Right now I just feel closed off from the world and maybe that's a good thing. My heart is getting that tight feeling and my stomach is beginning to have butterflies like I know something is going to happen but I don't know what it is. Maybe I'll never know. Maybe someday I will. There is just so much I want to say right now to you, just so that you can listen and take it all in. Let my words flow through your ears and burry itself deep into your head. But it won't come out of my brain, it's like something is keeping it trapped there. Held prisoner. I'm not looking for advice. I could never ask for it. Maybe all that I have running around in my brain like a chicken with its head cut off will dissipate soon so that way I won't have to tell you and you wont have to be bothered by me telling you non sense. I hope you understand. I just can't....
Writer Of The Night
I want to write, but I'm finding it difficult to form words in my brain to make coherent sentences. I hope you understand. It's driving me insane. There are so many thoughts and ideas tumbling around in my brain that it's making it harder and harder to think as I go along. I can't seem to focus on one particular thing. I cant seem to get a grip on my writing as seeing I haven't writen in days, you probably don't want to hear any of this from me. I've missed you. Maybe when I take the time to clear my brain and organize all of the mess inside my head I'll be able to tell you everything. Right now I just feel closed off from the world and maybe that's a good thing. My heart is getting that tight feeling and my stomach is beginning to have butterflies like I know something is going to happen but I don't know what it is. Maybe I'll never know. Maybe someday I will. There is just so much I want to say right now to you, just so that you can listen and take it all in. Let my words flow through your ears and burry itself deep into your head. But it won't come out of my brain, it's like something is keeping it trapped there. Held prisoner. I'm not looking for advice. I could never ask for it. Maybe all that I have running around in my brain like a chicken with its head cut off will dissipate soon so that way I won't have to tell you and you wont have to be bothered by me telling you non sense. I hope you understand. I just can't....
Writer Of The Night
