Uninspired

I am generally unispired by the world. Somewhere along the lines I lost interest in the sunsets, sunrises, birds, and breezes. I feel empty and numb walking through the hours that drip...drip...drip...drip along my day like the leaky faucet I listen to as I write. I am crushed and suffocated under the thumb of responsibility, seething and saturated with a desire for more . I want to breath and atstes and touch and feel the colors of the world I see. I miss being barefoot in the yard, tasting the greens and blues of the grass and sky. I miss laying my head on my pillow feeling the fullness of the day i was leaving behind and thirsting for the adventures I knew awaiting me in the morning. Where did you go, little girl?