But I feel so burned out and so overwhelmed by the thoughts burning and twisting inside, that I have no drive or motivation to write them.
Or perhaps I'm just tired of writing. Writing so much. For such a long time. For all the wrong reasons. It's like I'm constantly raping my creativity. That's grotesque.
Or maybe it's not just that I'm tired of writing. Maybe it's all medium issues again. Cause I think I just feel like sprawling in a meadow on a long lazy day, staring up at the blue sky, and verbally contemplating everything that's occupying, entertaining, and troubling my mind.
A day for rest, reflection, and sorting things out. I need that.