Bottom of the sine wave.
I don't want to write.
I don't want to make music.
I feel like a monstrous creature trapped in the depths of an ocean.
Sulking and waiting for a glimpse of light.
Waiting for the wave to drag me up high where I feel the glory.
I've seen it before, it will come again.
But now I wait, until my patience is thin, my hope tested, until I can change.
There is no rest here.