Wind Vs. Paper

i have a story to write and a great deal to say.
but what does it matter, when all i have to say

is gibberish.

i lose myself in my self-righteous words,
laced with frills and brimming with grammatic arrogance.

all my words, all my thoughts,
they mean absolutely nothing
when all they do is speak of myself.

these empty words carry no weight
and i stare
as these words are blown away in the wind.