What happens if I can’t write anymore?
What happens if one day I just woke up and the ability to write failed me?
What happens if I never feel the urge to put pen to paper again?
What happens if the lack of emotion I feel towards any situation in life hampers my ability to move forward?
What happens if I become so detached from life that I no longer care for any form of personal progression?
What happens if I lose sight of my goals, if there is no longer any ambition left, if the fire that once burned has been extinguished?
What happens I fail to be excited by anything; if new adventures or prospects seem uninteresting and ordinarily mundane?
What happens if my motivation has died, if my soul has been destroyed, all life sucked from my very being?
What happens if my lack of energy has changed me as a person, has made me less conscious, less bothered, less driven?
What happens when I can’t get out of bed in the morning, can’t exercise, can’t computate, can’t connect?
What happens if what I thought was right has turned out to be wrong?
What happens if I can’t get it back?
Because all I want is my motivation back.
Chasing Amy-Lou 