Tangles

Writing. Writing. Writing.

I should be writing an essay.

Typing. Typing. Typing.

All I can do is aimless typing.

I feel the words inside my head,

But only tangles of words surface.

I know what should be said,

But only scattered thoughts fill the space.

Why can I not unravel my brain?

Why must this essay give me such pain?

Why do I need to struggle and strain?

I try to follow a linear thought.

My mind wants to jump and run around.

Skipping through topics and switching comes naturally.

Writing to another place makes for fascination.

Because I need to stretch.

Because learning requires uncomfortableness.

Because it is okay to feel some pressure.