I have totally lost my creativity… I think I might find it again… but as of now I don’t know what to do. I need a push, a shove, an arrow pointing me in the right direction. I wish I knew what to do. I feel the urge to show my art, but it’s all old art. I can’t find the direction to travel to take new pictures, create new photomanipulations, or draw something creative. I am lost of words, my own dialect confuses me. I wish I had someone to show me the way, but I think I have to find it by myself. Time stands still as the world rushes around me… and I feel locked into a position that is both painful and yet wonderful. I can feel content and not have to worry about shoving my ideas out on paper or film… and yet I miss the rush it gives me. Art is a drug… and I lost mine down the sewer drain.
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