it's strange.

i have all these emotions, these ideas, this overwhelming reality... and i can't write.
i sit down to try, to compose a poem or a song or just a string of thoughts, and i come up empty. usually when i'm drenched in emotion, i spill out in words.

i haven't written a poem in weeks. i've figured out music to go behind songs i wrote ages ago, but i haven't written anything new. i've been churning out scenes for my scriptwriting class, but that isn't expressive in any real way.
i suppose it really only bothers me in principal - i like when i create things, i tend to feel strange when i don't.

i think, really, it's due to the fact that i'm not burying anything. i'm vocalizing the emotions i have, expressing them in ways clear enough that i don't need the intricasies of a poem.
or maybe i'm just happy, and happiness makes for bad poetry.