The easiest way to enhance your creativity
Is to broaden your horizons, apparently
So I took myself somewhere new
A place unfamiliar to me
To inspire me
I went down to the basement but
There weren’t any lights
I heard skittering and the rustling of boxes
We were moving,
No one was there anymore
Never really liked the basement anyway
In all my nineteen years living here
I never knew we had an attic until
The week before we left
So I climbed into the attic
And found it was just a small hole
In the ceiling
That was disappointing
I tried the swing set but
My head was dizzy after
My first attempt at creative writing
And I had to lay down on the grass
To rest my head
That’s where I found the perfect spot to write
Until the bees came
And then I ran.
I understood that home might not be
The best place to write during a move
So I drove to the park
My second favorite childhood place
But there was construction in the way
And my favorite alternative radio station changed
To Christian rock overnight,
So I gave up.
I don’t think I can write anymore.
