For me it's personal. It wanders through my mind at all hours of the night and day. Sometimes inspiration comes in the form of words, laughter, poems and even song. Sometimes it comes in the form of amazing colors, or scenes from somewhere I know that I should know. It's the burning itching sensation in the middle of my brain. But it's not torture. It's exquisite in its simplicity, like talking to an old friend or meeting a new one. But it always ends the same. Like waking from a dream about bot...

For me it's personal. It wanders through my mind at all hours of the night and day. Sometimes inspiration comes in the form of words, laughter, poems and even song. Sometimes it comes in the form of amazing colors, or scenes from somewhere I know that I should know. It's the burning itching sensation in the middle of my brain. But it's not torture. It's exquisite in its simplicity, like talking to an old friend or meeting a new one. But it always ends the same. Like waking from a dream about both or neither and trying to remember what was said. It's an in-depth conversation that teaches you to the core, but you can never quite remember all of it. So, every piece of art that comes from it and every word I write about it, will never be finished. It's never finished so more inspiration for the conclusion keeps coming. The conclusion is coming. Stay with me and help me wait for it.