Empty

They tell me it feels better to write it but I can't write, I have nothing to say.
I feel things
I see things
but I have nothing to say.
My mind is a blank canvas and my paper a forte.
My heart beats mindlessly as if begging me to speak.
I begin then I end.
I start to remember then I forget.
Is this really the cure for the common heartache?
I could write a million adjectives but none would describe the pain I feel.

*crazy eyes*

Devil's Food Dilemma

It takes a plastic bag to pipe out frosting correctly on mini cupcakes. This I learned the hard way but I don't really make mini cupcakes.
I guess I need new liners.
Bright.shiny.ones.