Anything can inspire me

Form thoughts and ideas that need to be freed

From a news story on NPR

To a conversation I hear in the hall

I never know when it will strike

Or if it will be about my real life

But I assure you that all I write

Comes from the heart

Reflecting the thoughts and feelings of the present

or ghosts of my past

Many, if not all, of my writings (if you haven't noticed) are about feelings. Whether that be the fiery redness of anger or the cold blackness of hatred and ever rarely the bright yellowness of happiness.

Whatever the case, I write to express myself. Because I can't do that to someone face to face. It's an outlet; sharing myself with complete strangers that I've grown to love.

The friends and family I surround myself with have always been my inspiration to write. It's because of them I feel motivated. Whether they be positive or negative, emotions give me my ideas, but I wouldn't have any emotions, aside from loneliness, if the people in my life were no longer there.

Without people, I would not have a purpose to write, for what is the point of shaping words into art without having an audience to share it with?

I am driven to pursue this dream by the most obscure and the most common. Sometimes the words float before my mind, other times it is just a lyric carried on the wind.

A smell or a leaf, or a sudden word from a friend can spark a torrent of ideas that intermingle in my imagination, and take form.

It can come instantly, or I can just sit and write and see what happens, whatever the cause I am thankful for it.

It is a river of energies that sweep across our planet in great gusts, and if I am fortunate enough, I step outside as it gushes past.