blahhhh

For so long, i've felt like i've lost my ability to write.

almost as if all inspiration stopped inspiring me.

and the ink ran dry upon this thirsty paper

today, however, i differ from that. maybe just a little.

i was looking at the book Velvet Elvis,

and i guess you could say i was inspired.

What if one were to write, even if they had nothing

to write about. But they just worte because

writing is a delicate form of art.

and we are to never stop painting becuase each

picutre is different and changing,

like discovering God.

So, why not.

why not do what you love, what you enjoy,

even if you feel there is no point, and

no inspiration driving it.

but do it man.

do it becuase you can, becuase the process

becomes such a beauitful product.

draw, becuase the world is beautiful.

paint, becoase the colours are bold enough

to light up a day.

write, becuase you can.

write, to change the world.

becuase you could.

you can.

hope is a driving force.

let everyone use their gifts. not quietly.

but LOUDLY. let them be noticed.

so others will take noitce.

beucase those who are inspired are insipartions.