i know it's there

There are times when I believe that there is a story, a poem, a painting, a photograph, a lyric, a song, a something or two trapped inside me. They're in there. Sometimes I'm aware of it. I scramble and try to find any canvas I can. But there are layers and layers of unoriginal thought that need to be scraped and peeled away before it can get out. Tonight, I wonder if I'm getting closer.