Mashed Potatoes

There’s something that’s been happening for a while now. I just started to realise it.

I am alone. I am my own supporter. I am my own mentor. I am my own comforter. And i’ve been doing a bad job.

It’s hard. By I have the greatest supporter of all. I have God on my side.

You know I used to be inspired. I used to express my feelings through various media. Music that my hearts pours through the piano, lines that my hands release onto paper, words that my mouth utters into space. Somehow, with time, it all faded.

I still play music, just not what my heart pours. I still use paper, just not to scribble my thoughts. I still talk, just nothing that expresses what’s inside.

I used to.

Now I don’t.

I realise the change. I just cannot undo it. I just want to so bad.