Confusion

Picture me, sitting at my desk, trying to put words to the mess that's in my head right now so that I can figure it out, but I can't find them.

Picture me, inside my head. Looking down the length of my spine towards where my heart should be (anatomically speaking, but we're not), and there we see a mass of color, of light, dancing and writhing and leaping and sobbing in conflicting states.

Picture me, within that mass of color, looking for clarity and getting blinded. So much color! So much light! So many potential joys and sorrows and questions without answers that can barely be thought let alone asked - and where to turn?

All I have to do is reach out. One hand of each through the mess of emotion and catch hold and lend the clarity of the outside to the emotion of the inside and blend -

so simple, put into words I cannot find.




not a poem. just words.