Description
An absence of thought.
Brain productivity down to 20%.
Then again, I'm not surprised.
They say I'm strange, crazy, clueless.
And then my mind jolted to an abrupt stop.
So I float, drifting aimlessly,
Looking at artwork, painted with pencils, brushes, and voices.
And I wish, wish that I could do that once more.
An absence of inspiration.
I am blank and bland,
With my imagination gone.