numb

it's humid in my house but not outside. i want to be outside but my art is calling for me to be inside. Flowers are an unispirational thing to draw. It's hard to get into; to consume myself in the stroke of each petal gets harder with each line taht protrudes from my pencil. i shoudl be there now, in front of that forsaken drawing, but instaed im here typing words that no one will read.i don't feel like im living, im numb but im not unhappy. just numb.