The Creative Process...

...is certainly a fickle mistress. At a moment, the mind, newly opened wide by a Seretonin fix so desperately desired. The moment passes, the high fades, and withdrawal begins it's course. The mind closes. The light fades. Hope begets indifference and the cold reality settles. The waiting process begins anew. Complacency, indifference, and all other comforting enemies of progress take precedence once more. The words exist, but never escape. Ever cyclical is the human condition. Sleep now, and forever hold your peace.