Sucked in the Drain

How easy it is to lose inspiration...

And it's more difficult to deal with than that sudden burst of flowing ideas you can hardly contain. The only fear you have when you're inspired to do something is that you might overlook a part and lose it forever. With the loss of inspiration, however, your fear stretches on and on in a desert of nothingness. You lose the power of elaborate words and witty phrases that you once possessed in that crazed, almost high, state of...shall I call it enlightenment? No...I guess I can't find the right word for it now.

I'm in that desert, wandering, in desperate search for water. Once in a while, I hallucinate and drink it all in, only to find my mouth filled with rough sand and my tongue scratched with blood.

I hate it when I'm in a rut, when I'm sucked in a drain with no idea on how to get out, how to rise above this blackness of thought.

I know that tomorrow I'll feel better. That everything will fall into place soon. Maybe this is all just because midnight is near and sleep hasn't found me yet. I'm not sure and I can't be sure...not until I find myself at the top looking down.

*sigh*

That's right. That's all I can do for now. Just endless sighings...

*siiiighhh*

Good night.