All the words that should be within my brain are lost. The torment I felt back then is mere numbness now. I have no words to write. My pen has run dry. My brain will not fuel it. Help me, oh Memory. Fill me with words so that I may write, so that my pen will stream like a mighty waterfall, flowing with magnitude and importance in every drop. Let not the desert take over and burn me crisp with nothingness. There is too much of that already in the world. Let my words be the flow for others, the drops of comfort and healing for those whose lands fill with the same torment. Let the grass grow green and the sky streak blue. Let there be lifeā€¦ Let there be freedom.