As the creativity in me shuts down, my world narrows into a line.

It’s a surprise that the colors don’t fade like the poets would say.

The world doesn’t become black and white,

It doesn’t dull,

It just stays still.

Stays stagnant, stale, stubborn

No, the world is still vibrant as ever.

The only change is how little I can see now.

How narrow my life has become.