That is what i am feeling as of this late.

I don’t know why.

Could be the absence of my muse?

or just plain laziness.

I have a lot of things in my mind I wanted to write about.

But everytime I face my laptop, the words dissolves into nothingness,

and much as i try to summon my memory, muse and all.

Nothing comes out but the feeling of pure lethargy.

Might I as well be dead?

Maybe already brain-dead.

This ennui, this lethargy.