Inkpaw

the blank screen stares me in the face
It's unreadable
and I feel judged
by the lack of words there
like the screen hates me for not making it beautiful with my feelings
for failing to glorify it with my thoughts

I'm lonely 
and
I realized 
I don't know who I am
I don't know why I am 
I barely know where I am 
the best I can come up with 
is who the people around me are
why they are

I think that I'm most myself when I'm writing 
painting my feelings with words
letting my worries slip away
with every sentence I write.  
becomeing more a part of my story, 

I'm worried
I had a dream last night that made me question some stuff
my sanity levels on a scale of one to ten lately, 
have been at -27
I'm worried
my dad travels a lot and takes a plane alomost 4 times a week

I close my eyes
and hear the rushing sound of the ocean calling me
the tide yearning for my skinny frame to come
come and dive into it
and swim farther and farther
until the shores of my troubles are but a mere speck