Sure, I'll see you.
See you ------

**** it.
I'm not feeling inspired.

You are helpless,
I know.
You are miserable,
I know.
There is nothing I can do,
I know.
I know you are gone.
I know.

Crashing waves of inspiration and
I’m lost.

Dust.
Everywhere.
Desk. Shelf. Lamp.
Mind.

I am surely not crazy.
There are way crazier out there.
Lunatics.
I am surely not a lunatic.
I surely do not hear things that are not there to hear.
I surely do not see things that are not there to see.
No one would lock me up, nor would they restrain me.
I am free.
I am not crazy and I am free.
To not feel crazy would be really cool.

I don't know what I care about.
What I don't care about.
I'm taking a break from this paper,
that I certainly don't care about,
nor do I not care about.
So this is it.
These words on this paper.
This is what stresses.
How ******* stupid.

Alone.
It's all I feel.