hollow

i feel like a part of me is being ripped out of my chest every time i have a feeling of longing of sadness and despair and i cant immediately take out a paper and pen it down with picture perfect words in a picture perfect poem i feel as though if i dont note down every thought that crosses my head at the speed of dandelions in the breeze they will soon escape those fleeting emotions theyre quick they run they run so fast even now when im writing my fingers are snapping like twigs and i cannot write fast enough to truly explain how I felt i can feel my fingerprint erasing from my thumb but my mind is numb with the thoughts the thoughts are so loud they’ll kill me they’ll scratch at my brain begging to be let out and ill run ill run so quick so fast to escape but theyll catch up and eat me inside and i will be left as every writer left hollow with emotion