The Words

I look for the words... but there are none to be found. And even as I write this, I know how that must sound. Everything has been said before, every sound has already sounded. But even though this may be... I search and search, dumbfounded. For within myself are a billion words. Within my mind untamed. There lie sonnets never written, and stories that be not famed. There sleeps love that be unspoken. There in the darkness of the brain. Yes, somewhere amidst those dying cells... are the speeches of the lost...The Insane... And I can never express them to you, nor any other the same. For these are the beauty of immenseness unheard, for no one can say their name.