Inspiration,
*it comes and it goes.
You chase after it and sometimes you just let it flow.
Days where you cant put your mind into words,
and seconds where your hand cant seem to stop its flow.
Minutes where you read it and it sounds like garbage,
days go by and you see it with so much emotion you just have to pause it.
Pause that moment so you can dissect it to see where your mind is.
Pause that moment,
now try and figure out where in the hell your heart is.*
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC
Inspiration,
*it comes and it goes.
You chase after it and sometimes you just let it flow.
Days where you cant put your mind into words,
and seconds where your hand cant seem to stop its flow.
Minutes where you read it and it sounds like garbage,
days go by and you see it with so much emotion you just have to pause it.
Pause that moment so you can dissect it to see where your mind is.
Pause that moment,
now try and figure out where in the hell your heart is.*
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