a pen with no ink
There's all these thoughts running around in my head but I can't seem to get them out. They're multiplying and congesting and they could explode any second. They're angry, they're aspirating, they're grateful, they're sad, they're regretful, they're egotistical, they're insecure. It's too hard for them to just not care anymore, they've been inside a pen with no ink for so long that might just find another way to escape...