Thoughtful and restless,
I drift in and out of inspiration and inactivity
And I try to allow these feelings to breeze through me without them adhering to my attitude
It’s hard
I resist my natural tendency to fight off the blankness, the lethargy
I’ve been here before, and lost before.
I choose to wait it out, and write despite of it
Like other drearisome sentiments, this will pass and I will again
Revive.
Everything does have it’s time…we just need to wait sometimes.
Yes, I agree.