"What is MY inspiration?"
My river is not only metaphorical, it is physical. Inspiration is real. You can touch it, taste it, hear it, smell it. You can even see it. My inspiration is Love. God's beautiful, wonderful love, and my quest to find it, grasp it. Some may wonder why on earth that my inspiration would completely contradict my poetry and writings and my life in general. The answer: Because writing with a purpose makes minds wonder.
My writing is an expression of my soul, no less. It is what I feel, whether at that particular moment or part of my convictions. It is hard for me to write about the love and joy. Hope seems irrelevant most of the time. I cry when I write. Some of my writing has been called depressing and morbid. Well, it is.
Then why is love my inspiration? Is it the love I feel I lack? Sometimes. Is it the love I search for constantly? Maybe. Is it the love I truly believe exists, yet I cast aside with arrogance? Definitely. Why? Because love never leaves. You do. I cry for the lost...
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