It's that season

It's becoming increasingly difficult to find the words for the experience.
I'm better than this.
Better than the lack of words and lack of feelings I've been giving myself credit for. I remember the days when I used to believe in the "magic" of it all. Has it really been that long?
Maybe that's how the story goes. Yet the idea is too much to part with.
I've ran out of words, ideas, and inspiration.
Everyone is fake at the moment. Not wanting anything with real substance right?
I haven't been seeing you. But yes, the thought still crosses my mind every couple months.
I've stopped believing.