Phasing Creativity

Short, Short Story about trying to reach your creativity but can't.

Raising up my hand to the sky. Moving my hand like I have a brush in my hand. I want to create. I want to draw and write and openly express myself. My creativity is lost. Hidden deep in the darkness of my soul. It wants to come to the light, but refuses too.

A small spark of creative flow appears then quickly disappears. All the negativity of this world is choking my creativity like a fish, pulled from the water, gasping. Gasping for a light of positive energy. Words from other don't help. They say they understand and that I can get through this, but they don't know. They don't know that a bad, negative environment bogs down creativity for me.

I reach for the creativity within me, but my reach phases right through it. It's out of reach.