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I am very pensive today.
I haven't written any poetry in ages. Its painful. I haven't made any jewelery either. I try to write because the urge comes and I can't I feel empty.
I hate this. Why can't I be back at the top of my game when the poems came to fast to write down.
Even making beaded jewelery by candle light was nice.
I wonder if it could be the relationship. Has anyone else ever felt this? Could it be that the energy I spend with my babe is the stuff I used to use to be creative?
Where did I go? I feel at times like I need more time to myself and when I have it I watch fucking movies for crying out loud.
I haven't written any poetry in ages. Its painful. I haven't made any jewelery either. I try to write because the urge comes and I can't I feel empty.
I hate this. Why can't I be back at the top of my game when the poems came to fast to write down.
Even making beaded jewelery by candle light was nice.
I wonder if it could be the relationship. Has anyone else ever felt this? Could it be that the energy I spend with my babe is the stuff I used to use to be creative?
Where did I go? I feel at times like I need more time to myself and when I have it I watch fucking movies for crying out loud.