There's so much to say, it's almost sickening. To think that I could write endless paragraphs, but never fully be able to get out everything that I need to drown out the voice inside my head. It tells me to keep writing, yet my fingers pause, afraid and confused. Stuck at a loss with no words, but a million thoughts. They're screaming at me from all directions, but I can't seem to find the key to unlock the door inside of me. I am always changing, yet change is the fear that I fear the most. Change overwhelms me; fills me with doubt and angst. It buckles my knees, and makes me cry. It whispers in my ear, vivacious and loud. Change is what it is, always changing. It's a part of everyone and everything. I can't escape it. I'm trying to let go, but it's fingers are wrapped around my wrist, and there is nowhere to turn. I must learn to live with it. Maybe that is the key; the key I've been longing for so long to find. The key to me.