Lost
I'm feeling lost tonight. An empty pit of yearning. Something akin to butterflies pound the cage of my chest and I have no way to free them, no way to express them. I feel like lightning brewing in a cloud, like a snake coiling, ready to strike.
Now!
Now?
When?
What?
For so long I've repressed myself, molded my personage to fit social order. I'm afraid I don't know how to be anything else. I'm afraid I don't know who I even am. Energy ripples beneath my skin, waiting to explode outwards, to shred this husk and birth a new self.
If only I could find the right words. Or music. Or art.
If only I could tap into the mystical, hidden expressionism. It must be in me somewhere, right?
I still exist within myself.
Right?