Emptiness and nostalgia

February finds be barren of creative endeavour,
The world feels like it’s sitting on a great precipice,
Ready, willing to slip into an unrecoverable turmoil,
I feel unable to cope with thoughts beyond my property line,
I feel unwilling and too numb to partake in the chaos of humanity,
I find no comfort in the company of strangers and aquiantences,
I find no happiness in creativity, nothing I create soothes me,
I feel devoid of artistic purpose for the time being,
Right now I am finding comfort by retreating into childhood,
Nostalgia is my drug of choice, nothing else fills the void,
I am content to give in to this simple pursuit,
Until the world forces my hands to work once more.