What Inspires YOU?

“I want to believe in it all again..music and art…fate and love, and I want to believe that I’ve made the right choices, and I’m still on the right path, and there’s still time to fix some mistakes I’ve made….I guess I want hope.” – Peyton Sawyer

I am truly an artistic human being. Talking about the genuine stuff, the thoughts that matter to me, is sincerely not my style. I prefer expressing every feeling, idea, concept and belief through abstract outlets. The music I play on repeat, the picture that I am conceptualizing in a painting, the story I am brainstorming to write, the fashion I am sketching, the books that I am reading, the movies that I am watching, all circulate around to justify and define who I am, as an individual and as a human being.

Recently, I have been lost. Truly, uninspired. Art has always been me, and without it, I feel like a part of me is missing. At one point in this crazy world, these items inspired me. I want to share it all with you to demonstrate a little bit of what I’m about, in hopes that I can find something to get back that part that seems so desolately far away.

… and who knows. maybe all of this is just because I lost my sketch/idea book in September… and I am pissed.

quote: unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of your time. there are too many mediocre things in life and love should never be one of them – anonymous

Past Eternity

Who knew that only a moment could spark a thousand memories into existence, Where ghosts start crawling above their grave. A simple touch, and the goosebumps stir, but here I am embarrassingly focused on trying to remember his gaze. The way it felt when he turned to me, his sight made me feel naturally beautiful in my own skin, I’m trying to remember that feeling, but as minutes pass, I dreadfully realize how long it has been. The comfort when I felt safe in his arms, feeling the heat that electrified our souls. The simple conversation that lifted our spirits, the laughter, but now I’m left with only wanting more. A blissful summer, a teenage dream, carried on into the deadly night. As the sun rises, a pulse awakens, a fear begins, how could it be so wrong when it feels so right? Now, alone, I understand my disease. Only 24 hours, and I’m trying to make it last. I cannot decide, and so I wonder: Is it eternity, if you’re living in the past?

“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.” – Stanley Horowitz

Make a wish and place it in your heart.

Anything you want, everything you want.

Do you have it? Good. Now believe it can come true.

You never know where the next miracle is gonna come from, the next smile, the next wish come true, but if you believe that it’s right around the corner, and open your heart and mind to the possibility of it, to the certainty of it… You just might get the thing you’re wishing for.

The world is full of magic. You just have to believe in it. So make your wish. Do you have it? Good. Now believe in it. With all your heart.

Where is the line between taking chances and making dumb mistakes?

“Sparks fly, like an electric shock, pushing through my veins, when we touch, like I never want to stop … do you feel that way?”

“I know I mean something to him – I just want to mean enough.”

“It’s just intriguing how somebody’s small comment can lift up your spirits and make you believe again.

“A loneliness swept over me and embodied my senses as I came to the sad realization that I missed the intimacy that I had with him.”

“Do you actually love him? Or are you just in love with the idea of him?”

just put my fingers to the keys, and I’ll begin to play

* * * * * * * But, most importantly, I want to know, what inspires YOU?

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