I've lost my eloquence...no matter the situation, no matter how inspirired or ambitious I feel, I can't put anything into words that would match the feelings I want to portray. It's awfully frustrating how things like this happen, and what's worse is that it irks the hell out of me. I used to be able to say what I felt no matter the situation; maybe not out loud, but for sure on paper. I don't know what the deal is.I've got the tools: pen, paper, the occasions, but I'm lacking the proper words. I could really go for a good vent session. Lay out all my thoughts with out any censorship- it's all I do these days. Censorship. Blah, whoever put that filter in my head or whatever put it there is thoroughly pissing me off. All I've got is an empty notebook and a head full of thoughts that is driving me bonkers; going a million miles a minute completely draining my physical being. I'm at a loss. Completely at my kaput stage, ready to just throw in the towel and letting my mind win. Just let it run wild and see what comes of it. Paper. Empty paper...

I need to put it on paper.