Inspireless

Today, I hit that familiarty once again any writer know about

The bottomless inpsirationless pit, where everything seems dull and, overly done.

So I opened my familiar tabs where I had found some inspartion before, this time mere distraction that turned into a time drain.

Found myself wondering in thoughts but, no output once more.

Giving me that self blaim as my inner critic screamed. You're lazy, you're not doing enough.

It's never enough for them.

The doubts of a writer, such as myself are many.

Ai take over, asking yourself, does my wording matter at all, when can be replaced. When society does seem to lean towards the slop, that's Fruit's Lover's Island. When the content screams harder then, the meaning and, where we consume stories, like McDonalds food.

Is a quality writer still appreciated in a world, where our new era of human's seem to deny the very essence of what makes us human? What are we if not a society of quick pleasure and, easy gains?

And, I wonder is it truly the greed of humans? Our are it of those able to act, but choicen not to because, doing nothing was easier.

The moments of relieve are when I stumble upon articles giving me and you, that sparkle of hope.

Where you hear the words

"Writing a book is a journey"

"AI cannot replace what's coming from pure human emotions."

But, one can only see so much light of a candle when surrounded by darkness. Especially when the candle seem to go deeper into the void.

And I wonder. As I often do, so aimlessly

What's a writer without a pen.

What's a painter without a paint.

And, yet a painter and, a writer without both those tools exist.

So I continue to walk around in this darkness of mine, counting the words as if they where the steps.

How many people will read this, I never know, maybe when the final one that read it, many years from now, will be after my passing.

Present, past and, the future I wonder about, them as people so often do.

Having no idea where it begins and, where it ends.

They say it's simple go from A to B it's easy can't you tell.

Pure human biases I call it.

Human's are fooling themselves, as we so often do.

Came across it in an interview, humans made predictions, then after it happened, they boosted about it. Convinced they right, never checking the spelling. Turns out, they where wrong.

So I continue on as I do, writing these words, getting the thoughts out,.

Though words can only capture, the images on my mind in limit condition.

Wish I knew more words to describe them, but maybe that's just my disolusioment of words being ever enough.

I wonder, thinking about structures, efficiently, just as so many, going on about optimazation, what is this society if not that?

A world in which we try to optimize it all. Sleep, lunch even our daily walks are now counted by the steps.

Every moment in our day must count, every second is money.

Did we sell-out?

Our did we keep that what made us human?

Coming in a package, human soul, everything quick fulfillment.

2 for 1, great offer.

So scream the marketers, Identity in a package join Tailor Swift and, become a Swifty. Join whatever else and, become whatever suits you most. Disney Adults, childhood dreams and, wishes.

Is there anything that they wouldn't sell?

I can only wonder, pounder about these racing thoughts.

For that is forever my story to tell.