the starting line

i have lost my spark. somewhere i lost it. my drive, my passion. my joy to live. i know it's hiding somewhere. it is when we are broken that we find what we care about. i feel like i will find it soon. that my writing will become who i am and not just who i want to be. i will wake up in the morning and feel like i use to. excited, ready, willing. my ideas will be inspiration, not just recycles. i will wake up one morning and find what i lost.