It is unrealised potential, an unfinished story, a broken thought, an incomplete lyric, a blurry image. There is a wealth of creative potential inside this brain of mine, but I chase fragments trying to form them into one lucid moment, and get lost in the game of hide and go seek. Brilliant partly formed ideas sit broken in pieces in nooks of my mind, waiting to be discovered and put together to form a beautiful complete puzzle.
I cannot articulate my ideas at the moment. They stay hidden in the maze of my grey matter, elusive, unyielding, and obtuse.
Hopefully this too will pass, and the joy I get from communicating my heart will return.