what happened to stopping time? feel the space in between time and experiencing what goes on inside?

For the longest time, i have always wanted to write everything down. so many things to say about things, feelings, people, air, color, outlets, everything tangible and intangible.

my inspiration. my motivation quite not there yet

i have a longing for more inspiration. it is like drugs. so strong and overbearing except is is not poisonous

how come i..

i need a sit up pillow to write in bed. this sucks