Creative struggle

Head full of ideas
I feel like I'm drowning
In my own mind
Where no light can reach
The darkest corner of the ocean
Where cobwebs are full of dust
And nothing moves while the wind howls
A sunbeam tickles my memories
So warm and so sharp
I need to grasp it
Let me touch it
I need it today
But it blends me, oh
It hurts
The sun is gone
The ink stains like tattoos
On my hand
The paper empty
Where did my butterfly go?
I lost it in a maze with no escape
I need a break.

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