The Small Death

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.

 

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