So what happened to the days where I could stay online forever and never get bored. I get bored just by thinking about going online now.

Actually, I get bored about everything. I can't seem to find the inspiration to do anything, I don't think I've ever reached this level of burnt out before. Where nothing, not even the old loves: poetry, photography, prose and jazz. Seem to draw me in any more. Seriously, I really need to meditate more, find whatever internal block there is that is causing all this grief.

I want to create again, to feel life in my fingers and see colour splashed in my imagination. Let's play pretend Kati, go back to the days when a pen and paper were all you ever needed. Yes.

Let's play pretend.