I'm Gonna Die A Poet

i don’t feel like writing today. i want to but the pen wont move. it just sits there, mocking me. a reminder of how uninspired i am. i don’t feel like writing today, even though i have much to say. so many things i want to share with the world. so many emotions i want to articulate. i want to write. i want to inspire. i want you to relate. but i cant because i am uninspired. I learned you cant manufacture inspiration. It has to happen on it’s on. I tried that last night. failed at it. it left me empty, kinda hollow. It was supposed to shock my spirit and feed my soul, but instead left me hungry. I cant write because I’m running on fumes. like a car with no gas I’m sputtering. I don’t feel like writing today. hell i don’t even feel like breathing. i could just blame it on the crappy weather but i know its me. I just don’t feel it so i shouldn’t write. It wont be what it should. It won’t be real. like the inspiration i tried to manufacture it won’t be organic. I hope I can write tomorrow. I hope i can articulate what I feel. I hope I can write and relate to the reader. I hope to inspire new thoughts and emotions. Tomorrow is a new day. I will feel new emotions. I WILL WRITE TOMORROW. Then I will thank you for the motivation.