Set aflame my still and stagnant sea. Reinvigorate my passion for Love, Beauty, and Pain.
Where are my inspirations? Where did my soul go? Where did my essence escape to? How else can I create?
What can I can I use for a brush, if not my soul?
What can I use for paint, if not my essence?
Vibrate my heart to be moved to more
To type and never erase.
To speak and forget
Act and never regret
I must be in every moment. I must live at every opportunity. This is existence. Doing anything else is silly.
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