I was recently reminded that I used to be inspired to write quasi-fictional little stories, from time to time. It was mostly just a melodramatic way of describing what was going on in my life or just in my mind. For some reason, I haven't done that in a few years.

I wonder why that is. Have I died a little, inside? Is this age or something else? Is it possible to get this back?

In so many ways, I seem to now just be a husk of what I once was,
...Nights