Writing

My fingers can't stop typing.

They just itch to write.

Write about family, music, love, life, God, joy...

Just write.

Even my final exam essay for Social Studies came naturally, and the required number of words seemed easy because I just wanted to write.

And if writing an essay on Nationalism doesn't kill my longing to write, I don't know what will.

I'm on fire.

The thing is though... I'm not finishing anything. (Except my nationalism essay. I finished that.)

I have nine drafts that I've started in the past week.

But I just can't finish any of them...

"I just don't have the words to say cause words only get in my way."