No way, just yesterday, when i was high on this wonderfully strong coffee, my mind was racing with stuff to write in this space. Now, facing this blank white page, I try to recall what they were and come up with nothing. Oh and this is me running on Strong Coffee:

I fly not walk,
I natter not talk,
I smile too creepily,
I stare too intensely,
I zoom around in my head
like a skitterring black spider with 12 legs.

My Hate is more potent,
My Desires more fervent,
Of course, I don't get I want,
but gloominessis too slow to creep in,
So anger takes over,
leaving me restless.

But
when I'm euphoric,
it's a wonderful feeling,
I suddenly wonder why I was whining and complaining so much,
I feel like I can do pretty much anything,
I smile for no reason at all,
and yet,
this elation I feel is not genuine,
as the spider is still scurrying in my head,
no,
this is a restless happiness,
I know it won't last.

The next morning I'm back to my normal dreary self,
Pretty neutral,
And that coffee wasn't even black,
What would black coffee do to me?
This isn't a poem btw,
I just wrote it this way.