I have nothing to say
Nothing to write
Right now
I’m trying to figure out what's wrong
How long has it been since I’ve written any writs
Shit
I can’t recall the last time I put ballpoint pen to paper
Graphite and kneaded eraser
Once the chaser and believer in dreams
I’ve been accepting this 9- 5 illusion
Deluding myself into thinking there’s got to be a better job out there for me
However,
No 9-5 jobs comes with the clarity I receive when I’m creating
Fixating on self-betterment and expression
I need to create excuses to write
What’s wrong with that picture?
When’s ht e last time I’ve been in a dark room?
Snapped a panoramic picture of the moon?
I am losing me on so many levels it scares me
It feels like what I am is slowly going into a numbing sleep
I need to want more
I need my dreams
Else, what’s the point of even waking up for?
Just free writing
Trying to break this slave state

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