I look back at the last three months and I thought to myself, "Have I ever been this happy?" In my 17 years of existence, I can't recall any period of life where this much enjoyment, happiness, ecstacy, sadness, introspection, and enlightenment has been condensed into a few short weeks. Truthfully, not so much enlightenment, my perception is as cloudy as ever, but regardless, a lot has happened in this little amount of time. One of the few things I haven't been able to come upon this summer is inspiration. My mind has been befuddled by information, advice, troubles, but nothing that has pushed me into putting the pen to paper, or the finger to the keyboard. While I regret this, actually, I really regret this. The last great inspiration I had was somewhere around March of this year. 6 months without a single idea. My brain is fried. I pray I can write one thing from beginning to end before my high school carrer is over.
Muses, grant me your pity, and bring to me a shred of inspiration and light, and I will be forever enthralled and grateful.
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