You're irreplaceable, indispensable. You're incredible.

As I'm picking up my pen, every thought I've ever had disappears from my memory. Like my conscience has withdrawn everything I have ever known, except this incredible loneliness. I have never felt more frustrated than when I'm trying to accomplish something so breath taking, that doesn't accomplish the task in amazement but in un-encouraging, un-believable, un-inspiring aggravation. I wish I could bleed the words of my mind so when I was found, everything would be known. I've known so many words but, I guess I just don't have the courage.