Empty Space

This past week has been a complete disaster. I have had no energy whatsoever to do anything and I feel myself getting sucked in this quicksand of worthlessness and lethargy and I dont even seem to mind it which is even more scary actually. I just want to run away into sweet slumber and hibernate until the sun comes out and takes care of the cobwebs in my head. But this seems to be a long winter and I seem to be questioning the fact if I am ever going to wake up..

I miss my muse, the one that makes me write, the one that fights the restlessless of my self and ties me down to my seat, the one that glues my fingers to the keyboard until I am completely empty of feelings that haunt my soul, until I feel healed. The one who makes me see dreams with my eyes open. The one who inspires me and makes me rise over circumstances. The one who never says die..

I dont know where my muse has disappeared. I need her so much. There is a huge kingdom of empty space in my soul and I dont know how to fill it. I need to fill this empty space before it empties me of my spirit. I need to find my muse...