InspirationI hold my pencil in my hand, and I think.More Like This
I think of ideas, of things to draw, things to write.
How is it that I have never run out of them, when I see all around me doing so?
It's because I am both blessed and cursed with inspiration.
I am inspired by the beauty of the outside world, a world I hardly enter due to my shut in life.
I am inspired by the beauty of the day, the sun shining through my window and the moon as dark as my heart.
I am inspired by my friends, their kindness and their talents.
I am inspired by love, its unattainable essence, its wondrous feeling, and the pain it causes.
I am inspired by my life, the many hardships and occurrences I have overcome.
I am inspired by life itself, the mystery of why we are all here.
Inspiration comes to me when I am sitting around not even thinking.
It comes to me wherever I may be. In the form of a drawing, a poem, a story, and even a kind gesture towards a friend.
Inspiration is endless, but if you pursue it you will never fi