Untapped potential of creating something out of feeling down

For the umpteenth time the big heavy turtle of my adolescent apathy is being thrown out of the sea of facetious ordeal by the tide of artistic stagnation to rest on my chest. No matter the vast diverseness of my actions and precautions, the devouring torpor will eventually come to meet me again in my enormous motivation, which whilst trying to lift me off the ground fails to do so, crushing into…