stendec

The words, they should flow. They should flow like my thoughts, freely and far. They should flow like a river winding its way through the rock and they should flow like the blood in my veins. Alive and impassioned. Life vibrates through me, major chords in tune; rhythms pounding within and without. The music breathing fast and hard. Raw with a razor sharp edge, reverberating. Burning with friction and heat. Anticipation, exhilaration, and desire dancing to the beat.

But the words won't come. They flicker past in fast-forward, moving and shifting in time. And I feel like I'm in the video for Let Forever Be and...

well...