There are times when I become desperate to write something and words don't come to me.
That, to me, is the most frustrating thing.
To feel things around me and not be able to capture how I feel.
To have my mind burst into a thousand thoughts one moment and be completely blank the next.
To see poetry all around me but not be able to make one myself.
I know this is just a phase.
Maybe I'm overthinking.
Maybe , while searching for poems around me, I'm becoming one myself.