get off my back.

I think everyone should experience some sort of damming of creativity at some point in their lives.

The bane of my existence is the inability to come up with something to say at the certain time something desperately needs to be explained or done. Its a miracle in and of itself that we can grasp inspiration out of the air floating softly above our heads in the first place, but when that atmosphere starts to crush us what are we to do?

It feels like a heaviness that breaches hulls and smashes atoms; unmalleable and formless. The space between needs room to breathe in order to provide sustenance for our energies. Stale air rushing through our lungs is enough to arrest the development in our minds, retarding the work of our hands.

Isn't it amazing though that we can wake up one a rainy day and the air is free of contaminant; free of the weight that forces itself upon us? I wouldn't wish block on anyone, but as an integral part of creativity; the ebb and flow of it all, we all ought to experience it and the freedom from the oppression it causes once the levy breaks.