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I miss the sound of inspiration
I used to play my clarinet every day
I used to be very passionate about music
but the thing is dreams only exist in fairy tales
and when i write i feel like i sound like i was in middle school
Edgey disconnect
Trying too hard
Wanting to excell above the rest to prove I was different
I'm here now as an adult.
Married
Twenty-two years
I work a day job and I come home and sit on my computer
What was my life made for
I feel a calling for something bigger
but I am stuck in the writers block
and the tug of war on my mind pulls me into frustration and then hints inspirtation
When I type i feel the blood rushing
When I reread I dispatch of the creation I made
But I feel the need to do something more but motivation sits at the bottom of an empty bottle
I was supposed to be bigger than this
But I am stuck in this cycle
Go to work
Go home
Make dinner
Eat
Stay up later than I should
Follow and repeat
I know I am bigger than this
But I have bills and the excuses
They keep flowing over and over
I used to have a notebook and I wrote in it
Almost every day.
I kept it close to my heart as much as I could
But maybe not close enough
Because I forgot what it felt like to create art
And in this discord of just spewing thing to help sort this
Puzzle
This discord in my heart
I feel it deeply but I just cannot grasp
the words
to explain
how
why
what can I do
I just keep typing until something
Makes me feel something more than just confusion
and limitation