I Lost ItI am crawling through a hallway, wrought with my guilt and anguish, cold and dark. I am tempted by my own indiscretions, striped to the flesh by my borrowed conflictions. I now stand alone on the top of a point, looking out into the future. A blank Canvas stands before me; my only tool is the soul I carry in the shallow secret spaces of my heart, past deceit, past devotion. This is my only tool to impose on this existence. But I just wait, I stare blankly, nothing comes to mind. Where do I start? Where is my Inspiration? Where is my creativity?
I lost it.
I lost it traveling through this hardened world. This state of mind brought to us buy our local sponsors incorporated. I feel as though the only creativity appreciated in this world is marketable, as if my every creative thought, I have to sit and ponder on; Is this stemming from a stereotype, a commercial broadcast, a million dollar deal?
I crave simplicity.
An entire existence built on emotion, intuition, and chance. A reality where there is no why, no search for the facts and answers, no mockery of human sensation.
waywardme 26-30, F 5 Responses 7 Jul 12, 2011