I miss my creativity.

My creativity has been sapped.

It has been drained!

Into the depths of a sewage, are my shadows, while my writing has been tamed.

My brain, conditioned.

My spirit has risen, taking this course – changes my course.

Challenging myself to do and be more.

To write is to see more.

And I need more –

For my creativity to pour.

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