I don't know

Words used to flow easily out of my fingertips,

my pencil effortlessly connected constellations,

as a stream of simple thoughts transferred perfectly onto a page,

but know my mind is mush,

full of ideas that don't connect 

so much that my head spins,

with only the rare moment of clarity

that get confused when a jumble of letters try to imitate them.

Because I have so much I want to say,

but the message keeps getting lost in translation

And I have so much I want to say,

people I want to thank,

love I want to share,

things that I want to show matter

But instead I am lost,

with a jumble of grammatically incorrect, run on sentences on the page,

and the stars in my eyes.