Since that day all has been meaningless. I choose not to write when my mood is in limbo. There are relics hanging just above my head reminding me of their habitat, my habitat.
I can’t seem to get it together. Every day I start over in my head knowing that there is no need to backtrack. I am aware of what needs to be done, it just doesn’t sound appealing. I hate change.
It is time to take off for a while. I need to feel something different, find inspiration again.