As beautiful and ornate an inspiration love can provide, I am just a little frustrated that it is one of the few things during my winter break that can inspire me. As a result, I have written a lot this past break--little of it (pretty much just one blog entry) inspired by anything other than love. Therefore, I have written maybe 2-3 choppy drafts of entries that have lasted barely more than a paragraph before being prematurely abandoned. Oh, shit...here comes another creative angle. I must write--until my return!
...I failed. I feel blank right now. I honestly just want to sleep; to play my Bejeweled in peace while a soundless Lifetime movie plays its blurred frames just out of eyesight's focus on the plasma screen behind my laptop. Regardless of whether or not I have anything to write about, I started the blog for more than just creative outlet. I started it to keep myself writing. It appears that love has maintained this steady habit, but nevertheless, what good is an empty blog? I'll brainstorm a list of things I can write about once the inspiration occurs or desire strikes:
My Christmas tree
Snow
The suffocation of school
The paradox once I can breathe
My alien dream I had last night (which I'll more than likely forget)
Peace
Religion
Wow this list is getting very macroscopic and philosophically intense. I am going to chop this one short, as well. I won't force this tonight. Not at 3:29 am.
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