Thirsty Today.

I can't seem to recall those times of excitement when a blank piece of paper was never really blank for me. When I would have a hard time picking one thing to draw or sketch. When mixes of colors bled euphoria and black represented the strict separation of the two.

When art meant everything.

I like looking at art and appreciating it. But I no longer have that feel of wanting to do it myself. I lost ... my imagination, my creativity.

I feel dry.

I'm studying for my 7 chapter bio test, and Idk when this became my passion.. Is bio my passion? or is it just me adapting to what the world expects from me.

I've gotten used to this routine of school, hw, study, eat, run, sleep. I forgot the ways of flirting. I've forgotten beauty. or maybe I'm redefining it.

I don't remember the last time I felt interested in something, or someone. -Again, I feel dry.

I'm desiccating everyday. Each day I shrink; rescind my exteriors towards my interiors. until i'm left feeling hard.

until.. something or someone imbibes me with emotions I don't quite know how to elaborate or act on. Until I experience something new that flows through my soul.

quenching every cell in my body turgid, to the point where I want to explode.

But as my life would have it....