Friends, Inspirers

What do i do when I don't feel creative?
When the zing is absent.
The electricity in my brain discharged.
The zeal all but gone, though.
The intensity there, just not
Reverberating in my head.

At times like these, I look to those.
That inspired me.
Not to create, but to think.
The creation was my own doing.
The languid occupants in the room.
Doing nothing but speak broken phrases.
Mostly unrelated, all meaningless.

Giving me a reason for that creation.
A sense of purpose to end the boredom!
No music blaring in my ears.
No smoke stinging my eyes.
Just me and my keys and fingers.
Thinking hard, beyond the ennui.

Nothing relevant is scrapped down.
Vague and meaningless it might be.
But pleases my heart to think of my friends.
Doing nothing as always, but making time to think.
Always caring, seldom encouraging!
But then that's friendship, loose time and lots of care.

PS. You guys are the best! And those that are not in the pictures as well. Cheers to all of you guys.