Here I Sit

Here I sit, typing away, not knowing what to say, yet having to write.
I have so many feelings in me that I cannot say, don't know how to say,
Can't reach out to say them to you.
If I could sort everything out, if I could know what I really feel,
If I trusted my words, if I trusted my thoughts,
I could say them, but
Still I could not tell you, because I don't know where you are,
Don't know how to reach you,
Can't see you, can't touch you.
Don't even know who you are. . . yet.

-Miostiek, 11/8/95