Its been such a long time
I've been away from my mind
I've lost myself
there's been nothing I wished to find
I've hidden away
stopped thinking
I've not wanted to write
don't want to paint,
drawing is a blank sheet of paper,
frighteningly too white
I've done a bit of stitching,beading
done a lot of reading
but even in that my heart's not engaged
I'm just drifting,
wasting the day
wanting it to go away
I know this state of mind is wrong
I'm irritated at my artistic lack
I know I must start again,come back
want it more and more
its like being in fog, a blankness
a deadness of air around me,
nothingness,
An unwillingness
inertia!