Creative Juices

Like a flash flood, it's everywhere. Then it's gone.

Last night, it seems as though the dam that's holding in my creative juices broke down. I was home alone in our apartment, with lots of thoughts flooding in my head. I wanted to write down every single detail, every single idea, every single brainfarts.

And then I lulled my self to sleep. When I woke up, the slate was cleaned up. And I'm back to this state of oblivion, of nothingness.

Fkn procrastination.