When it has been almost 3 months since you’ve written something, anything remotely creative.
When you want to put words to page (or screen, as in this case), but your mind is strangely blank but full of half baked ideas.
When you stare through the window, looking at the sky for some form of inspiration.
When for some reason you feel sleep almost dragging you with it, but you know you’ll be unable to sleep.
When you have all these plans but feel at this very moment, completely unable to form thoughts that have any direction.
When you type the letters, deleting them, re-typing them and then re-deleting them again.
Some of my friends keep telling me that all I seem to do is to either work or clean my room. I agree with the work bit, but you know, I really am not cleaning my room ALL the time. I do admit I can be messy and it really isn’t my fault that this room of mine tends to attract dust like a well..dust magnet.
