I want to draw. I need to draw! But when it comes down to it, I freeze, realizing I have no clue what to draw. I need some kind of idea. A spark. Something that can shed even a little light on the darkness of my imagination. I need inspiration! I need just something to grab onto, to say, βThatβs it!β and dive back into the process, forgetting about hunger and sleep. I need just something. Just... Something. But I don't know, what. I feel stuck between two worlds, lost. Itβs as if Iβve been stripped of something that allowed me to live. I need to draw. I want to, I really want to draw, but...
I don't know what. And this block is freezing me from the inside too much. I feel too dead. It's as if I've let everyone down, but first and foremost - myself.
