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.
