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Hot noons and cold nights
Why do I even brush and bathe?
When I'll just get dirty again.
Tryin' na sleep these days
Is one heck of a shit show.
And even when I sleep,
All my dreams are blank.
How do I write?,
When my mind's all scrambled...
Been blaming d' weather
(doing a terrible job of lying to myself)
Maybe it's really the heat,
Or the cold, lonely nights... I dunno.
Maybe I need a vacation
To Paris or the bahamas
(lol, like I can afford any)
Seriously
I need inspiration - badly!
When I'll just get dirty again.
Tryin' na sleep these days
Is one heck of a shit show.
And even when I sleep,
All my dreams are blank.
How do I write?,
When my mind's all scrambled...
Been blaming d' weather
(doing a terrible job of lying to myself)
Maybe it's really the heat,
Or the cold, lonely nights... I dunno.
Maybe I need a vacation
To Paris or the bahamas
(lol, like I can afford any)
Seriously
I need inspiration - badly!
Published 20th Feb 2020
Author's Note
The weather is changing and my inspiration dwindling. I need some juice.
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12th Mar 2020 2:38pm
sometimes inspiration comes not to ourselves but is fed from the forces around us.... the sky, the sea, the storms, the mountains, the ones we love, even our most inner darkness.... a change in scenery won't help much if you haven't the tools of a poetic painter....
