Where are the sounds?

And sometimes

I
am
scared.

Scared,
ofbeingalone,
of
never being able to sleep without dreaming
oftheboy.
Of waking up in a cold sweat morning after endless morning.

I'm also scared
of ennui.

And sometimes,
I find inspiration within,
it grows out of thin air,
it grows up big
it grows on me.
It makes me do things in a frenzy.
Sometimes, I just don't find it.

He said, I have a whole new continent for inspiration.
It made me think.
Yes, there is a whole new continent for inspiration.
But this new continent's not inspiring me.
Not yet, atleast.
I'll give it some time.
It's only been a few days, afterall.

But
what
am
I
to
do
intheinterim?