Letters and verbs and colors and adjectives.

I don't write like I used to. Is it sad that nothing saddens me more than that? Do you know, my favorite compliment to give a person is "You are so much more." It should be so simple. What hurts more than simple heartbreak or feeling misunderstood or longing seems to be the fact that I can so rarely give this compliment to anyone. I want writing that is so much more. Thoughts that express these intricate curves inside my head that even I can barely navigate and a normal person could never travel down even if they were equipped with one of those annoyingly smug sounding Tom Tom devices. We get it Tom Tom, you know where you're fucking going. Well what about the rest of us common souls who can't seem to find a foot print to lean on or the proper key stroke when needed? To hell with it. To hell with Arial and candle wax and piles of laundry. How should one translate thoughts that fully represent the freezing water and footballs and the way my skin feels on a towel shielding it from sand and cold mint on a winter day? I just feel like there is this disconnect lately between me and these forms of expression I used to so heavily rely on for release. I'm in love, shouldn't I be bursting at the seams with letters and verbs and colors and adjectives like "amazing" and sentences like "never felt this way"? But it's so cliche. I feel so cliche. Maybe writers find a comfort in feeling broken and without. It's so much easier to express those feelings. How do you explain loving someone so much without sounding like a bad romance novel written by a woman with sixteen cats and permed hair? Maybe I should focus more on the simple things. The sights and smells and random segments of moments stolen and lost. I feel like a cliche story waiting to happen but this is the one isn't it?