I seem to be sitting on some sort of nest of half unfinished/finished (what am I: half full or half empty?) poems and ideas that torment me. I want them done but can't seem to get into the flow, thats what happens when you write impulsively. It's sort of made up of concepts for some more black and white sketches; and a few new poems; no ending for the ones I have already started though which is the most depressing part.

Every time I plug in my tablet I seem to feel too tired or too lazy or too uninspired to draw an idea that just moments before rushes into mind like some sort of dam erupting. It's very depressing.
Every time I sit to write- no, correction: I don't sit to write, I remember what I've written (be it because I'm organising my files or I've read some amazing piece by some amazing poet) and I flick through them, like what it is, hate how its so empty, hate how I can't finish it because I don't feel the way I felt when I started, and then hope it will come to me.

But maybe it's just laziness? Or a writer's block (but I hate to call it that because I am hardly a writer, a poet, whatever, even if I do write things)? But I've started to finish a poem I've started and lets see how that goes.