The musings of a tired creator

 I am so goddamn TIRED ALL THE TIME...

It just doesn't make any sense. I have millions of thoughts racing through my mind 24/7 but I seem to have trouble catching them and putting them in an elaborate structure. Picture this: I'm leaping through an enormous cloud of fireflies with a  sweep net and I'm failing miserably. Because the net has a giant gaping hole at the end. 

My journal is either quiet or contains meaningless ramblings about my daily life.

My camera is full of pictures from last year I haven't looked at. 

My canvas is as blank as my attempts to create. 

My guitar is wistfully staring at me from the corner, with a broken neck (my cat did it). It literally represents the lifeless corpse of my artistic endeavours. 

All of this is because I don't have a single morsel of energy. Whenever I have some, I waste it on chores and work. 

My playlists are also quiet. Usually, when I'm going through something unpleasant I have this bad habit of not listening to any music. It seems I've been listening to podcasts more often than anything else. 

I don't know why this is happening. I've had an artistic block before but I have no idea what lifted its heavy locks the last time it happened. 

My boyfriend explains this as something that is bound to happen once you no longer experience angst and suffering. He says he hasn't written a single poem for more than a year because he's just happy and content with his life. I guess we both made each other's lives better and that is a great thing. 

But we do have our moments when we just wish we could take more meaningful pictures and have more time to devote ourselves to our hobbies instead of being in constant vegetable state.