Urge to create, maddening. Fever rising. Heartbeat growing. Breaths intensifying.
Emptiness.
To create chaos, chaotic. To create madness, maddening.
Why do the words walk away in this endless field? Leaf trails and stunned stares at loneliness.
Thirst, come and sprinkle this dryness with words Hunger, starving for expressive expressions.
To crave creation, creating.