Lately, I've been looking back. I'm not sure what the exact trigger was. I'm not even sure what I'm trying to accomplish. I think I'm just remembering. And, in some respects, making sure I remember.

And somehow, I thought I had more to say about that. But it seems I don't.

Which makes sense; I haven't written in so long, I'm clearly rusty. I used to have words popping up and whirling around in my head all the time. Sometimes, I would have to wait, but they would always come. Effortlessly.

The same was true for the metaphors. However, a lot of my metaphors were inspired from music - which leads me to wonder how much of an impact the fact that I haven't had time to stop and listen to music in a while has had on my inspiration.