I think that I am slowly but surely dying a slow and painful death. This is something that I have no control over. It is just hurting more and more with every minute, even every second that goes by as I stare at a blank piece of paper with my pencil in hand but with a blank mind. Searching for that drive within me. Looking for the inspiration that will push me to press the pencil down to the paper. Striving towards creating something new and original. Wanting desperately to achieve my goal, and let millions of others experience an adventure that will send their minds spinning. Yet I sit here null and void with the clock threatening me as the time keeps ticking away. Wasted time, and time that I will never get back. How long will this pain and misery last? I want to escape from it.