Maybe I’m trying too hard. Last year was a time of greatness. My writing skills were at an all-time peak. Nowadays verses only come when forced, and in reading the finished product it is evident that inspiration is lacking. I am feeling suffocated by responsibility. Could it possibly be downhill from here or is this just another pit stop? I just need to pull over for a bit since visibility has become difficult. I am only waiting for the fog to lift.