The Beginning Of Life

I start this on a confused note not sure as to what to say, I’d say I have a writers block but in reality it’s just a barrier on my thoughts.A blinking line waiting for some approval, some sign saying ‘go’ speak your mind this time, so I sit and contemplate what I’m trying to say, define and remind but it all ends in a still existing burden in a bursting mind. What I’m trying to say Is something that can’t be said, a sentence of feelings twined with broken letters still left unread. A thought process like a blurred picture, a future unraveling like a ribbon.. One red one gold one blue and one pink but the other colours are just left un- synced.So when I read this over the blinking line moved back and blinks in an enclosed space that is soon left blank. The blanks reappear and nothing makes sense all of our heads are spinning, can’t seem to catch any rest.My message still isn’t clear and I’m not even sure what it is. Pause a minute, breathe in and think of all the things your mind has got on ‘Read’. Is there something your missing or is it I? Me, that has just let it fly by, or is society as a whole ignored this golden rule, a gold ribbon still unraveled in a pool. The red ribbons gone, left the straight line and the blue has  turned black, a shade in time, the pink has frayed and is pointless now but what did they mean to begin with. I’m starting to think that thoughts  are useless because I can’t  seem to understand and record them because time, time leaves them dusty and old, useless and broke and forever misapprehended so can someone take the line and replace it with some reason to correct them.