Looking for creativity

It's 2:09pm. I am usually not able to move and write in this time, I am not awake. Normally, I have this haze over me until late at night, with all this corona virus thing though, it has taken a toll on my mentality. Annoyance, more than anything. I feel a little fear, only around those that are elderly, but I am not worried. I surprisingly have more time than I usually do, therefore I could choose to read and stream more often, and it's those two things, that I've neglected over the past year that I wish I would dive headfirst into a bit more. I guess I realize I'm not as creative as I think I am, or that I want to be. So I'm sitting here, whispering into the void, once again waiting for a reply that I know will never come. Yet I will sit forevermore, until the end of time.