miss. miss.

i used to be creative, you know?
always churning ideas in my head, seeing colors and images and concepts laid out.
i don't have shit now.
i feel like a hollowed out .... what?
i should just uninstall photoshop and smash my camera.
i am not worthy of creative instruments.

then again, i'm just fuckin' delirious today.
incoherent thoughts and gray static suffocating my head.

lyrics of martyrs and saints, steeples and prayers.
confess.
confess, confess yourself to me.