I’m staring blankly at my keyboard hoping for some inspiration to sweep from the aether, however the gods remain silent and I’m left, for better or worse, to my own resources. The weekend has come and gone and while I hold onto the last breath it has left to breathe, I waste it by forcing some vision that will not come. Last night was the night for visionary experience but tonight I am left strangely calm, without the usual mania which accompanies my Sunday nights. If I’m to be entirely honest, I’d have to admit that most nights twitch my mind with some sort of preoccupation and it isn’t unusual that such introspection and meditation will for the most part be born of fear. My mind fails me tonight and it could be a sign that I’m cured of all the fears and insecurities which I possess, however I know that it will be only a matter of time before the seeds of doubt ignite into a fiery amass of negativity. Unfortunate as is is, it will eventually manifest itself into this sphere; much to the dismay of whoever stumbles into this void.