i look for inspiration in the trees that shed a layer of skin when the autumn light shines itself upon them
i look for inspiration in the sun's wave 'goodbye' as an eventful day comes to an end and the moon's wave 'hello' as an eventful night begins
i look for inspiration in my father's actions towards the friends who stole his life and the white men who arrested him for speaking to his daughter in his native language inside of a toy store
i look for inspiration in my mother's heart as she willingly places it in the hands of every person who is fortunate enough to meet her whether they deserve it or not
i look for inspiration in all of the beauty that surrounds me at every direction
this is why i dont look for inspiration in myself i am the foul darkness that infects the golden light everywhere it goes
so please, do not be surprised that i can write about everything except myself and please, do your best to understand my condition