Just so much

There are miles, upon miles of empty road way of which I mind has been craving to fill with stories, poems, essays, and just plan breath taking sentences that will stick with me for as long as I live.

But I can't seem to put my finger on how to say any of these things.

My mind is buzzing with so many words, so many feelings, so many emotions and stories that its grown to be something that is hard to comprehend. There is nothing that I would love to do more than to sit down and write all day, about every inch of thought that crawls into my head, so I can forever remember how I felt at the exact moment that I wrote it. I want to be able to write how I'm feeling, exactly when I feel it because when I do, I feel free. There is a part of me that finds its way to the top of a mountain that over looks a valley of which has never been seen before. There is a part of me that craves to have that weight lifted off of my shoulders, that needs to have to have that outlit.. then there's that side that just wants to forget it all. Just wants to forget everything so that when someone asked me what happened, I will be able to say that I don't remember, but all that I knew was that it happened..

There is a part of me that wants to let go of it all, and that part is stronger than the will to write.