Insight

I'm not able to harness creativity anymore, I've noticed. It's quite sad to realize that I may not be able to force out any decent poems or stories anymore. I feel blank, and that's just it- I feel. That's all I have to work with. Feeling. That's all I've always had to work with. I am not blessed with effortless creativity and an interesting imagination. I am not blessed with any raw talent other than expressing my feelings, and really, what good is that anyway? I feel zombified. I'm a boring old corpse that walks around with no interest or talent in anything. I can't prove my worth to this world and it disturbs me. Everywhere I look everyone seems to be the perfectly shaped puzzle piece to this world, and I look at myself and see augmented sides and distorted angles. I don't fit anywhere.