Squirrely's Corner

I don't want to do art.
I don't want to draw.
I don't want to color.
I don't want to paint.
I don't want to do any of it. I pick up a pencil and the voices in my head growl at me for even thinking of picking up the pencil....
So naturally I look for inspiration.
Photos.
Paintings.
Post cards.
Comics.
Horses.
Dragons.
Fairies.
Pin-Ups.
Luis Royo.
nothing.
Still blnk.
Still Growling.
I long for it.. but there's no real desire.
I don't know...
I don't sleep.
I can't sleep.
I can't sleep for thinking.
I can't think for crying.
Or at least the want to cry.
But I can't cry.
The tears just wont fall.
And that physically hurts.
So then I sleep and I dream.
But the dreams are nightmares.
So I wake up where I started.
I cry in my sleep more than I do when I'm awake.
I awake to a soaked pillow and a drinched face.
I want it to go away.
Leave me be.
Quit haunting me.
It's a curse.
and the mood button thingymajig wont work.
Big Grin is not my mood right now.
promise.