The Way I Am.

Where my mind used to be full of letters and words, all seperate but together painted the perfect bridge between my mind and reality, it is now blank. It is a sea of thoughts that mean nothing, statements no more than 140 characters and words no more than 6 letters each. My mind, my cherished posession, feels blank and awkward. It feels like it's learning to think a new way, like it's being constrained to fit into a shape pre-determined by my geographical location.

it won't be forever, but for now, my mind is elsewhere.
it is no longer my own, but a canvas for other's creativity.
for other's visions, and for other's ideals.

i haven't given up hope, i know it will be mine again.
but for now, for a while, it belongs to everyone else.