Tell Me That You've Got The Type Of Lovin' Here To Stay, Sweet Honey.

I'm in a really terrible writing rut. I've got so much on my mind but no way of expressing it. Everything I want to say gets jumbled and twisted and turned around in my head, never allowing it the freedom to escape. Sometimes I just want to scream, or cry, or maybe both. Perhaps they just need to be sorted out inside, and with time they'll be allowed to escape, one by one until new ones fill up the holes they left.