Lost My Muse

I used to paint the world in vibrant colors, capturing every shade of joy and sorrow. But lately, my canvases have been bare, save for a few stray brush strokes that don't quite tell the story I want them to. It's like my muse has packed up her crayons and left me behind. Every day feels like trying to paint without watercolors, knowing full well how much they bring out the blues in my work.