In the years since I graduated from high school I lost something... my imagination. When I look back at the stories I wrote in high school they where creative, and imaginative. And now when I am in the mood to write its about politics or life or something boring. I can't seem to create stories like I used. For some reason when I try to put all common sense aside and just write something that came straight out of my head... I come up with nothing but blank pages.

Perhaps its just a natural transition from child to adult, but I feel as though I have lost a dear friend, that some how through the passing of time and the business of life got left behind. Something that I loved is gone and I want it back.