Nowhere Man
I’ve been feeling beige for the past fortnight or so. I can’t seem to shake it. I don’t feel like seeing anyone or doing anything. Not even my new Wonderwoman PJ’s could sustain a smile for more than 30 minutes. Normally when I feel like this, I can pinpoint why but right now I don’t have anything to attribute it to. This shits me because all my best writing has come from this emotion, but without a reason, I have nothing to write. I just stare at the screen blankly for half an hour hoping inspiration will strike. I have nothing to bitch or moan about, no unrequited love to ponder over, no circumstance to stir me into a fit of anger. No excitement, no hope, no amusement, no elation. Just an apathetic wave of melancholy without a distinct reason.
I just need to ride this out.