Drained.

Insomnia has hit hard these days. Not only has sleep left me, but my ability to write as well. I am lacking inspiration. It may just be a side effect of writing eight consecutive entries. I am not used to this. I may just be drained mentally and physically.

Or my writer's block has come back.

I do not recognize myself anymore. I look in the mirror, and blood vessels have replaced the whites of my eyes. Recently, somebody asked me if I had a black eye. Standing with a straight back has become a challenge. I look and feel more disheveled than I ever have in my life.

There is a weight in my limbs that I have never felt before. I feel like they are dragging me down. Down into something that I cannot define. There is a pressure in my chest that was not there before. I am not sure where these maladies came from, but I wish they would vanish, and in lieu of their absence, inspiration would be left as a baby on my doorstep.