9:50pm on wednesday

wanting to create, but not within the limits I am given. have so much to just expell, without a suitable canvas. so do i resort to grafitti? street art? but i fear it will become a political statement, and in truth its just overflow of the canvas of my life, without anywhere else to go. and with our world what it is, how can creative overflow be so bad. stuck up white cinder block folk suck. but thats besides the point. i can see it, i can hear it, smell it and even taste it, but i just cant make it. no materials, no time, no freedom, but what is keeping me? who is keeping me, cause I certainly am not. doctors? friends? I dunno. i hope so. i miss me. i wonder when i am coming back...