upside down...

the creative spark is dying down.Like the embers of a dying fire:glowing,glowing,gone...
I want to go out.Project my mind outside.Travel to places i've never been before...i want to look out and see the starry night sretched out above me,instead of the usual window-bars.I want to feel the scent of autumn in the wind, I want to trace rainbows of sunshine in the mud-puddles again.I want to listen.I have had enough of speaking.I want to listen to the trees whispering again. I want to listen to the windchime sing to the tune of Fall.
I want time. To jumble up again my straightened thoughts.
I want to upset the routine.bring back the chaos again.
I want to feel the Romantic agony.
I'm becoming much too Victorian.