Back in the Saddle
10/13/2009 06:49 p.m.
I want to write, but the words won't come. In the back of my mind a droning hum like a swarm of bees. Is it the pills? The late nights? A lack of motivation? The emptiness of being alone? I don't know. I don't feel empty. But my previous attempts at words on page came from an inspiration that I don't feel now. That spark is gone. I don't miss it, because with it came the mania, the depression. The highs and lows that left me trembling in tears or viciously scrubbing floor boards at 3 in the morning. Is creativity a disease that can be cured by drugs? Maybe it was never mine to begin with but only a fleeting muse.
I am currently Calm
I am listening to rain

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