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June 18, 2001
I am so creatively bankrupt right now. I can feel the tension filling up inside of me like emotional carbonation. Sometimes just a journal is all I need to loosen things up, other times writing a song or poem just to stretch the muscles is good enough. I'm just blocked or tired, restless and unsatisfied. I want to shatter the blank space inside of me that is as desultory as an empty apartment in a building that will never be filled. I want my fist to punch through the heart and pull out something exciting and raw to wake me.