I’ve been feeling quite uninspired lately
I guess I have nothing much to say
I can’t even blame the absence of my muse
Since I’m the one staying away
The right to be called an artist
I somehow feel is no longer my own
I continue to push people away
And complain that I’m alone
But honestly, I feel most comfortable when I’m by myself
I feel free from all the expectations that society has of me,
Of all these ideas and opinions of who I am and who I’m supposed to be
Free to be me
And honestly it’s deeply saddening to know that,
There is a part of you lying dormant
A part of you that you need,
A part that was once second nature, an impulse,
Something so deeply embedded in you that you don’t even remember,
Exactly when it got there
Something that was as much a part of you like that it came like breathing air
Something; I’m afraid may no longer be there
-(cj)