Perhaps I should read my own words sometimes.

I have not been inspired by anything lately. I want to make a difference, a big change. I'm a great thinker, and I like to express that through blogs, but it's so difficult. My way with words is not what it used to be. Even trying to convey a simple idea or thought leads me to become completely tangled up in my own efforts. I am always wanting more. And instead of words and music flowing through my mind, it feels like my mind is nothing but dusty air. All I can contain is work. All I do is worry. All I do is waste away in front of screens, looking at things I can't have. Wishing I had this, I had that, I had more money. My brain has been so consumed with work and money. I don't get enough sleep. I may be smiling, and I might not be that ugly. But I feel like I am. I've got some issues that nobody can see, but what human doesn't? Today I'll create something beautiful.