i've been out of it for too long. the things that used to give me pleasure in the past no longer entice me.
i used to sit at my piano and play for hours.
now, i play it still, but like a robot, without emotions.
i used to hold a camera with excitement, taking pictures with enthusiasm.
now, i still like looking at pretty pictures, but they are beyond me.
i don't know what happened. when did my sky suddenly become grey? when did my days become so drab?
now i take days just to make a card.
now i've lost confidence in my style/taste, if i had any of it to begin with.
ah, to live life like a musical, full of the passion and the zest of life.
oh, for the veil to be lifted, that i may see the glory i should live for.
what shall i do with this thing called creativity? where did i get it from, and where has it gone to?