I’m listening to David Bowie and I think, “why not write?”
But I’m tired.
Tired of life.
Tired of this nothingness.
Tired of waking up every morning.
Tired of trying to figure it all out.
So today, I don’t want to write.
When will I want to write?
I don’t know.
I just know that I’m tired and that music alleviates my soul and I wish I could be a hero one day like the song goes and write something worthwhile.