one day i'll be creative again

i got caught up too much in the work, too much in the future, too much in trying, trying to do the right thing.

i now realized what i built out of instinct killed another, the instinct to live, to create, to tell stories. 

i regret to say that by doing whats right, i've killed the very thing that only i could take pride in, my creativity.

i guess thats life.