Creative

I can't remember the last time I did something creative.

I don't have it in me anymore.

I often find that paths of helping people are spoken of to help those depressed.

I wonder now, why it is I don't believe it?

Maybe because I've done it so often before.

I know I enjoy it when the moment arises to do good.

But I can't remember those good thoughts during the day.

Maybe my depression is coming from fighting the flow.

The flow of my life, and where i truly am.

Maybe I need to accept what I don't like and find new ways to get around those obstacles.

And I feel the only way of doing that is trying new things.

One day ill get tired of eating paper.