You are inside me,
you are outside me,
you are me
you are, the stone upon which I trip,
the ground upon which I fall,
You are always with me,
no matter the time of day,
no matter the place.
It seems you are closer than the best of friends,
for you are the inspiration for the creative,
whether it be the heartache of Dante or the depression of Mark Twain.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
You are inside me,
you are outside me,
you are me
you are, the stone upon which I trip,
the ground upon which I fall,
You are always with me,
no matter the time of day,
no matter the place.
It seems you are closer than the best of friends,
for you are the inspiration for the creative,
whether it be the heartache of Dante or the depression of Mark Twain.
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