lazy

I woke up today and I didn't want to do anything. Like I laid in bed and thought to myself that I don't want to write, either. 

I have plenty to say, but most of my days now, I don't talk to anyone which I like. I like silence. Where is my salvation? From wanting to write as much as I was breathing to this... stagnant and unmoving. 

Not entirely sure what I need to do to jump-start my need to write. 

I'll give it a few, and sit back down again. To try later.