Maybe I should write something. My heart longs but my mind is quiet. 

The stillness craves the floods of words but my fingers simply tap, tap, tap aimlessly against my leg.

Maybe I should write something. 

My lungs feel the breath of a new world. My fingers ache to bring it to life. But my mind is empty. 

My soul whispers ideas of light in the twilight but empty thoughts cloud it over. 

Maybe I should write something.