taking pills talking
talking to people
in my head
I am doing what I can to get out of it... people tell me it takes time. I am impatient simply because I want t feel better.
Nothing comes naturally
flows through you and makes you
everyone tells you It's coming back
back but you just wonder
when and how
I am not inspired to do the stuff I love doing anymore, and people tell me it's a phase, it's coming back. I really hope it does, cause I miss being in a flow state.... At the moment I just pass the time.....
I am relieved to be
in your life again I am
lost for words
My inspiration is not with me somehow. I used to flow in my writing, but it's not like that right now.
I hate when flood gates
do not open
It feels like
the middle of the day and yet
It feels like a river that does not flow
Nothing is an option anymore everything
dull as if
not yet in sunlight not in darkness everything
is not as it was and it was never as it is
and you can feel it
like thick air melting without
you can smell it like you smelled roses before
it like you would touch silk or leather only that
is reminiscent of nothing that you need to dig deeper for
blocks every attempt to do so
Boredom sits at my bedside and stares at me.
I cannot see it
and dare not