The Small Death
The temporary death
Of artistic fervor
Has left my beast free to sleep.
I want the fire.
I want the roar.
As awesome as it was to sleep last night, I miss the extreme productivity of the past couple of days. It’s probably for the best; by yesterday afternoon I was seriously losing my shit from lack of sleep (maybe 3-4 hours total over two nights).
Hopefully that was just a weird blip.