Lately I’ve been stuck.

Not because I don’t want to create — I think about music every single day — but sometimes, the words just don’t come like they used to. I’ll sit with a beat, get that feeling in my chest like something’s about to pour out… and then nothing. Just silence.

It’s frustrating, especially when music has always been my escape. My way to make sense of what I’ve been through, or what I’m still trying to figure out. I don’t want to force it, but I also don’t want to lose the momentum.

I think part of it is life catching up to me. Thinking too much. Doubting too much. Wondering if people even care about the story I’m trying to tell. But I know this is just a phase. Every artist hits that wall. What matters is what I do next.

So I’m trying to be patient with myself. I’m still listening to music every night. Still reflecting. Still dreaming. The words will come back. They always do.

And when they do… it’s gonna be worth the wait.

— Isaac