A Gout Out for the Mix Tape Universe

I just feel so lifeless and uninspired. No-- uninspired is the wrong word. Unmotivated…that’s the word I’m looking for. I’m always inspired by this world’s whirlwind of events. Thoughts gestate and take life, growing farms of intellectual patterns in my mind. Words are the spring loaded levers that fire rapidly in the cosmic showers of the mind’s eye. Getting these little black character’s of inspiration from out of my mind and trapped onto the computer screen…well that’s a different story. I feel like I’m part of this sea bound ship race and winds are flailing the sails out of control and I’m doing just fine in the race but I’m so unpleasantly sea sick that I can’t bask in the glory of my virtuous position. Today was the first day I could check my posted grades. I got a 4.0 this semester but as I sit here typing I feel so dull and inhuman…something is missing from this giant mosaic of life. And like art, this mosaic can stand on its own virtue of artistic expression as is…but the fulcrum to the piece the pazaaz whatever it’s called…it’s missing. I’m really not on some wild hunt for it. It’s something I feel. I pray everything will one day fall into place. When that day comes I believe that I will see it and feel it and just know that my mosaic is centered. No wild-goose chase tonight just the sickening waiting for something to happen.