muse.

i've been wanting to say that lately, i lack inspiration. but as i thought about it, there were a few things that came from the little head of mine. things that probably would not have ever transpired, but ideas nevertheless.

and i thought more and more, what was it that made me feel so uninspired, as if i have nothing else to offer? i can't explain why i felt so irrelevant and incompetent, and that the things i came up with no longer meaningful? and as much as i try to reason out that that ain't true, one can't convince a convinced heart to turn the other way.

but i know exactly what it is that bothers me.
but i can't write it down. not literally.

muse
an empty vessel. aimless as the waves.
its rusted metal cap. looking for a beach.