Bedtime thoughts

It's 2 am and here I lay in bed wondering what there is to possibly write about. My mind begins to race and try to grab at any subject possible yet here I am with nothing. Nothing of importance or realvance to write about. All of this nothingness makes me self reflect and wonder where did all of my creativity go? Why has it escaped me and when did I fall into the void of the "normal" everyday life? What happened to take away the bliss I got from simply creating something new and exciting? The only hope I have now is when morning comes or when I dream it will come to me and tomorrow will be filled with inspiration and happiness.

Goodnight.