Really stuck.

not in a moment.

Stuck at a traffic junction where my car has no petrol, no wheels, there are traffic police all around, there's a body lying on the road and there's a bunch of kids eating ice cream right next to the kind uncle selling balloons and ice cream.

Not getting my drift? Its ok.

A random thought.

I still can't come up with a chorus to my half song.

This is frustrating.

I'm in need of a few road signs, a nice traffic policemen, and preferably an ambulance for my fluctuating blood pressure.

Would be good if someone could give me some fuel for my engine as well.

Or must i be bleeding internally and facing near death before anyone pays any attention?

Sounds too serious. Its not that serious. Just a really way-off analogy.

Point us in a direction and preferably give us a hand to hold on to.

Right now, I can only look to you. for comfort, for inspiration, for acknowledgement, for resources, for that one guiding light.

I really hope to sing you a song. But right now, its still half way. and its been that way for months. So much for hidden talent.

*pulls hair*

*stops for moment*

*ponders*

Let's sleep the uneasiness, the restlessness, the unsatisfaction, the unworthiness away.

Tomorrow will be a new tune, a new search, a new situation, a new car, a new road block, a new excitement, a new challenge awaits.