This poem is very unique. I was feeling very uninspired when I wrote it. I felt like I was in a bit of a poetic slump. Writer’s block, if you will. I just couldn’t seem to write a poem. So this is basically what I would’ve written if I was feeling inspired. The only thing is, I wasn’t feeling inspired, and couldn’t seem to write anything. So in a way, this isn’t even something I wrote. I literally wasn’t myself when I wrote it. I stepped outside of my own mind to “write” about not being able to write.

And yes, I’m well aware that made no sense whatsoever.