Where anything, everything, and anyone around me is just “meh.” I wouldn’t say i’m uninspired, but it does feel that way. I have these lapses in my life. Some are much longer than others. It just sucks that when I look at blank piece of paper thats all I see, a blank piece of fucking paper. Not an incredibly rad paper plane, possible shitty origami swan, a love note to a pen pal, or even a picture of a dinosaur that could be eating a unicorn in crayon. I see absolutely nothing. 

It could be because of all the double shifts at work, not being smitten, or just having a lot of things on my mind. Either way I can bullshit a lot of contributions to my lack of inspiration. The point is, I want it back. Just like Peter Pan trying to capture his shadow, i’ll be venturing all around trying to capture my creativity and staple that bitch to my feet. I am nothing without my muse.