I consider myself an artist and people are my canvas. I've hit a dry spell recently, writers block if you will.
Like any artist will tell you, when creativity stops flowing from your soul to your brush it inspires harsh emotions. Things like anger, sadness, depression, anxiety, a feeling of loss.
But what happens when your soul is your paintbrush and the creativity stops flowing? For me it is experiencing those feelings but being numb at the same time. On the outside I am completely me, on the inside I am an incomplete mess, it's like a void but more physical, not just empty. A whirlpool, perhaps. Spinning down, down, down. It is like losing your favorite neckless in a waterfall. You know it's out there in the beautiful hazard of the crashing waves but you won't dive in and your heart won't stop looking for it. I wouldn't dare say I've lost my soul but rather misplaced it and a waterfall has replaced it, eroding me away.