Several elongated months have gone by without yielding to reveal myself through my art. I contemplate calling to scheme my sweet sojourn, as the days merge together. A sombre, spirtless, symphony rejoices melancholic melodies within my head. Lonesome loiters in my hallways. I now fear if I allow ample moments to escape me, if I let even more time lapse that there will be nothing left for me, no creative thought left to muster.