Inspiration... Have you ever wondered where it comes from?
This desire to create?
I find it in the crease of a frown and in the lines a smile.
The inspiration sparks when a melody touches the corners of my heart.
It whispers softly in the wind.
It pours down when the rain hits the pavement. The feeling gleams when I see the rising sun.
My pulse quickens as it hits my veins like a drug. I welcome it with excited anticipation as it leads me to another world, a new realm.
Inspiration. The cord that ties itself around my soul and pulls me to a place where the desire to create is undeniable.
Made in the image of my Creator.
Created to create.
We were made to be inspired and to inspire.
Have you ever wondered where it came from?
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Endless Lines
RandomThose thoughts. You know. It is those thoughts you can't place in a box. They don't fit in anywhere. They are just there, running around, feeling lost and out of place. Endless lines...
