i need to make something.

create something that's so permanent and so worthwhile. i baked cupcakes, i drew a picture, i wrote a poem, i made my fucking life. i need more. maybe i'm just suffering as a confined artist or maybe i'm a human being with the human desire to reproduce, but my art cannot fill that void of nature.

will a child fill the void of my womanhood?

i am so intoxicated on this desire for a human connection, but maybe if i don't drink for nine months...