Compulsion

I Feel compelled to write.
Don't have anything of particular interest to say,
but the need to write is so strong
that I just have to go with it.
Let the words pour out, because if I don't,
I won't be able to sleep.

I want to write something big and beautiful and bold and grand.
I want to write something that will make people cry it is so amazing.
I want to write everything and nothing at the same time.
I want to write something so clichè it will make you gag.
I want to write something so sincere it will break your heart.
I want to write something so familiar and so comfortable
it is like going home after being lost at sea.
I want to write something so strange and so unfamiliar
and so bizarre that you won't know which way is up,
but you will love it anyway, even if if you don't know why.
I want to write something that you can't quite put your finger on,
something that won't fit into any category,
any pigeon-hole that you can think of.
I want to write something that is so fluid and flexable
that it will be impossible to describe.
I want to write down every word, every thought,
every feeling that ever shot through my head.
I want to write something that you will love and hate at the same time,
something that will make your heart ache and your stomach turn.
I want to write about everything beautiful in the world,
every little detail that makes you wake up in the morning and want to live.
I want to write about everything ugly in the world,
bring it out in to the open, examine it, pick it apart.
I want to write about every joy and pain in the world.
I want to write about grand, intellectual theories
that you can't even begin to comprehend.
I want to write about the littlest, tiniest, most insignificant details about life,
the details that make the world so interesting and quirky.
I want to write about the tiniest freckle and the largest sun,
I want to write about everything in the world
and make it seem so new and so beautiful and so amazing
that everyone will fall to their knees in awe
of this new look at the world I have given them.
I want to be crystal clear as mud.