Gemotions

He stared at the canvas, the colors mocking his lack of inspiration. Years ago, he had been full of ideas, but now the only thing he could produce was this feeling of being held down by gravity. Lily's drawing, the one from yesterday, lay discarded on the floor, the image of his childhood friend staring back at him. He felt as though the very air in his studio was thick and unyielding, restricting his breath. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of helplessness. He needed to paint, needed to create, but the urge to do anything seemed to have evaporated.