I Dream to be someone who starts a wildfire

One whose life is a spark. Setting the hearts of others ablaze with emotions of change.

Moving them like waves. Pushing them with the vibrations of my voice and actions. Causing them to fly off and impact the other people around them.

That dream is no longer mine, at least the person who Is typing right now. Emptiness has filled my soul. Passion hasn’t been here in months. the will power. The pursuit for more. Gone. I can no longer feel it. When I am medicated, I can function. When I am not, I can live; I can be myself.

I feel turned off.
Muted
Suppressed

Part of me doesn’t care to return to whatever I was before. At least now I can function. When I couldn’t I didn’t want to live anyway.