The agony of the creator.

Something feels oppressed.
It's the agony of the creator.
I am a storyteller who cannot speak.
I write I draw, I have so many tales to tell but somehow
I feel like I can't get words out of my mouth so easily.
And it feels like something scratches from the inside,
tearing everything apart while trying to get free.
Heart's pounding fast and heavily.
Like crushing on a wall on repeat.

And it goes on and on.
Like a machine.
There is a palace with a huge library inside,
and outside a never-ending desert.
"I have to write", I thought. I have to write.