"Inspiration"

Inspiration

is a gift

to us it was given.

It comes and goes, but as the wind blows, the best lines are written.

Like the wind:

we write the best lines

No one finds their inspiration by living the perfect life.

No man with his American Dream will bring new colors to the table.

There is no such thing as an artist with a perfect life.

Those who fight... Those who struggle... Those who suffer;feel pain.

The

starving

artist,

rather.

The painter paints her best work when she is:

uncertain

unloved

unhappy …

Such conditions fuel creativity. They are inspiration.

And as the wind blows, we write the best lines yet...

XO

8/22/09

First Post - A short poem about myself...

If/When I Reach Happiness

In a dream I walked across the sea

I found my way to your sinking ship, your fishing boat,

and I calmed the night's treachery [storm]

Just for you.

I am no Savior, nor do I wish to be...

Am I normal?? Am I average??

My mind is bathed in chemicals – natural & synthetic.

Rarely do I possess a firm explanation of myself.

(my thoughts

fears

desires)

(my personality and my definition)

The emotions I feel are in need of interpretation...

to be re-formatted. Thus, I write.

There is a difference between words and emotions-

emotion is basic; primary.

Words are created to describe these feelings.

When I feel sadness, for instance, my face shows it. However, if I am on the telephone with someone (just and example)...

I must use words.

“I am SAD.”

Regardless of the medium used to convey my sorrow, I have found it (sadness) to be the normal me.

Am I normal?? Am I average??

I leave a trail of breadcrumbs behind me as I journey. If/when I reach happiness, you can count on there being a map I have made...

for you and your friends.

Am I normal?? Am I average??

XO