Selfish.

My inspiration is intangible and fluid,

Overwhelming and subtle.

Blending reality and theory, hypotheticals.

Seamlessly.

Tirelessly.

Waking me,

Keeping me from merely existing.

My inspiration surrounds me,

In music and art-

Love and gestures;

Familiar smiles, long hugs, tender kisses-touches that linger…

It exhausts and revives,

Like a dip in the middle of summer in a cool pond.

Exhilarating and exhausting.

A paradox all its’ own.

It is mine, alone.

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