Inspiration alone helps me breathe
Sending it's fingertips of expression down into my heart
And it feels so **** good to touch the whisper of creation
Knowing in not your mind, but your very soul
That something beautiful is about to be made
Seconds away from a new line of prose
Nothing ever created before by anyone, anywhere, anyhow
Every word can be emphasized exactly how you want it
Every syllable sounded and smoothed into simple letters, quietly bringing together
Such desires of impossibility
Wishes formed from satisfied lips
Of better days and worse times
Depicting the truth through careful slants and slopes
That's the best part of inspiration
Meaning of the truest, and only you can know
I take comfort in the solitude of inner peace
And I grin to the sky, my eyes going hazy with this crazy world
The haze is written away by my fragile emotions
Shattering with every touch of pencil to paper