Art! Art! Art! I love Art!

I'm tired. I have no inspiration to write, draw, or play my guitar.
I feel so slow. Sloppy.
Songs are loosing their color. And the sky is losing its meaning.
Haha. See if you get that one?

I feel lost and out of control. I just want to fly right out the window.
But I've got no where to go.
I feel so empty, and dry.
There's no room for me to cry.
I try to make things fun, but only succeed in making my knuckles bleed. Again.
I'm tired. Good-Night to all you insomniacs.