Nothing like the beauty of Flowing thoughts

It feels good, an empty mind. Then again you kind of miss those flowing words that rock you in it's gentle arms.

I think it's starting again. Those mental taunts. Another note has opened up Then again, it may have stopped. I hope it's not just taking a big pause. Yet, it would be worse if the thought was left unfinished The torture would be too great to look back on as it could've been great piece to ponder upon I hear the letters loudly but the words are still a mystery I dusted canvases to see the beauty hidden beneath them. I can stare for hours as I admire every piece of it