Stop. Breathe. Remember God's Simplicity...

When there is no inspiration, the mind is mellow and the body remains dormant. 1000 obstacles move rapidly together, but the body moves through quick sand and hardly keeps up with the lack of progress. of desire, of motivation. To do,or write, or believe something like the wonderfully impossible as possible. That a sparrow could sing with a chorus of stars, and the fish can dance to these rhythms through Poseidon's current. Anything to pluck the strings of creativity, to remain "in tune". Anything to break the forth wall of imagination.

My words are heavy when I produce them sinking to the ground before they are heard destroyed,demolished, every minuscule word as they clash with the cement, they're condemned  I began writing my words with pencil in order to add color to my dull speech so a bigger audience could be reached but this was also the wrong utensil I learned pencil adds areas in shades of grey and causing doubt to my level of intellect the root and cause, I cannot detect so there's no importances to what I say