"Throw me a word. Any word. I need some inspiration." "Bleeding strawberries." I thanked them. it was nothing earth shattering, mind blowing, or beautiful. I wanted to ask for a another word. I wanted a second toss at this word scrabble. I didn't ask. so I just used it.
I needed inspiration.
Bleeding made me think of crimson. and crimson made me think of colors. colors made me think of pain. strawberries made me think of The Beatles. Strawberry Fields. strawberry fields forever.
'let me take you down…'
I thought of endless fields back home. before I moved to New York. endless prairie's fragments of sunlight colored the masses of moving, breathing grass my fingertips traced them I climbed the tall tree the tree in which I had laughed in. cried in. carved my name in. the tree felt my presence and remembered me by name. I asked the tree if I was living was alright. the tree responded.
The thought of home made me feel empty. so I purged the thought of it from my mind.
I focused in again on inspiration. I needed inspiration. though I had none.
A girl in the next room is playing the piano. the piano is out of tune. I wonder why she is playing. maybe she needs to hear some sound I need to hear words of inspiration I begin a train of thought. the piano is so out of tune.
I lose my inspiration.
I was alone in a room full of people. who threw me words of no inspiration. colorless words. that led to nothing inspiring. bleeding strawberries had made me think of color, and The Beatles. which had me think of music or the place I had once called home a piano player lost me all to which led nowhere.
'Nowhere man, don't worry, Take your time, don't hurry Leave it all till somebody else Lends you a hand'
Nothing inspired me. no one inspired me. I searched for inspiration. yet found none. I asked for inspiration. I was thrown unusual words which produced no inspiration
So I wrote completely uninspired. with meaningless words with deep feelings of homesickness with the music of The Beatles with an untuned piano.