Doldrums

So why so little change? Where is my inspiration? Where's the cream filling as it were?

I don't know what the deal is these days. Tomorrow brings little promise. This is like being becalmed in the way of the oceanic explorers of old. Sailing the seas of fate with no wind. Yes I have a frame of reference, but things are not much better than the worst days of my life, it is just a different quality to the bad things. Certainly not much better. There is more good than stinky though. Just a lot of not-shiny spots. Indistinct color in the overall scene.

Still here. Saving my words for that thing that might be worth talking about.