infinity.

i think of what to write but i somehow feel unable to write anything.
but there is a want to pour out a lot of untold feelings and emotions.
a want to let it all flow out.



there is an impotency which is numbing me.
the fact that there is a lack of perfection.
music, poetry, art.
it is there but yet not there.
something is missing.
and that something is keeping me from reaching the zenith.
i reach out but there is nothing to pull me forward.
i keep pushing myself but i am still stuck on the same road and destiny seems to be out of bounds.
there are attempts.
old ones and new.
the want to excel is there.
a want which has not been fulfilled over these years.
a want which is crying out like a baby in the cradle but no one hears its cries.
i'm falling into space.
its all vacuum.
i'm grappling and falling face down.
i'm falling into infinity...