I'll take a moment to welcome myself back as well as apologize for not writing in a long while. The reason being is that I have just not been inspired lately. I have all these thoughts in my head but when it comes time to get them on "paper" my mind draws a blank. A white canvas stares back at me, smirking and laughing, knowing that I just don't have the right combination to make my masterpiece.
It is always around this time of year that I get an itch, this mundane feeling inside telling me something is missing or just not right. I have yet to scratch it this year, but its becoming harder and harder to refrain from, in all honesty, scratching the shit out of it. For those who don't know me so well, what I am referring to is a feeling of bland, blah-ze-ness. An urge or need for spontaneous change, an adventure, something to really woo me, something that sparkles with a splash of spice. Having never been satisfied with basics, perpetual patterns, consistency or a uniformed lifestyle, it is no surprise when things start being consistent I start feeling antsy. Like I want to run, jump, yell and scream, feel that zaa-zaa-zoo, an incredible passion for something I love and cannot be without.As the seasons change, slowly the leaves will fall till the trees stand bare, the sky becomes dark and white flurries gracefully fall from the sky. Winter will be here before you know it and at this point it is easy to fall into a slump. There is so much to be passionate about and for me that is my writing, and although I have been uninspired by my surroundings I need to inspire myself, I choose my own inspirations. So much goes unnoticed everyday, and by taking a few moments to acknowledge the small things I'd like to think this could be my band aide, a distraction, because it will never disappear only subside until the next...
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