I can’t focus on
anything.
Nothing is flowing like it should be.
I feel like a rushing river
that’s been stopped up by a dam.
Will it be like this forever?
Am I always going to be
up at all hours
scouring my brain for inspiration?
Spoiler
I think I need a better ending for this...but as the poem says...I'm braindead.
So if anyone has an idea I'd love to hear it XD
